ᝰ.ᐟ childhood bestfriend!suguru gets caught jerking off to you during a sleepover ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
childhood bestfriend!suguru who used to practically live at your house, having sleepovers every weekend where you'd sleep on the top trundle bed and he’d pull out the bottom one underneath.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who started making up every excuse in the book to decline your invitations once you both hit your early twenties, all because he developed a massive, agonizing secret crush on you and knew his self-control was slipping.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is completely powerless against you when you use your charm and extra-persuasive "please, please, please" voice, forcing him to finally break his streak and agree to one more sleepover.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who feels an overwhelming wave of nostalgia mixed with nervous tension the second he sits back down on that pulled-out bottom bed, trying to act natural while his heart is hammering in his chest.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who has the absolute time of his life chatting, playing games, and joking around with you until late into the night, suddenly realizing how much he missed being this close to you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is left sitting in complete silence when you suddenly fall asleep mid-sentence, leaving him down on the bottom bed just staring up at your sleeping face with an unbearable amount of affection.
childhood bestfriend!suguru feels his throat go completely dry when you stir lazily in your sleep, twisting the top blanket away to reveal the dip of your collarbones, the deep slope of your cleavage, and your shorts riding high up your smooth thighs.
childhood bestfriend!suguru undergoes an agonizing internal battle as his heart hammers against his ribs, his blood rushing south as his pants grow impossibly tight, every instinct screaming at him to turn away while his eyes remain completely glued to you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who eventually breaks down under the unbearable friction and tension, quietly slipping a hand beneath his waistband to slowly stroke his throbbing cock, trying to keep his desperate breaths silent so he doesn't wake you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru gets caught in the absolute worst, most vulnerable position imaginable when you stir awake, your eyes fluttering open and landing directly on his frantic, rhythmic movements underneath the covers.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is utterly mortified, pulling the blanket up to his chest while his hand stays frozen over his aching length, stammering out a breathless, panicked "s-sorry, i didn't think you'd wake up..." as he braces for your utter disgust.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who panics even further when you lock eyes with him and plainly state, "you were watching me," only for his brain to short-circuit entirely when a slow, mischievous, teasing glint appears in your eyes instead of anger.
childhood bestfriend!suguru watches in absolute disbelief as you shift on the top mattress, intentionally pulling your blanket back to give him a full, unobstructed view of your chest and bare legs, whispering softly, "how naughty of you, suguru... you wanna look at me while doing it?"
childhood bestfriend!suguru is so utterly consumed by lust and desperation that he ignores every single red flag firing in his brain, choking out a humiliated, needy "c-can i?" the second you promise that this stays between the two of you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who reaches up to the top mattress, his trembling hand gently stroking up your thigh and caressing your warm skin while his other hand pumps his hard dick at a faster, messier pace, completely undone by the sight of you looking down at him with an adoring, playful smirking face.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who loses what little sanity he has left when your eyes wander down to his tented covers and you softly offer, "do you need help?", causing him to hitch a choked breath and whimpering out a desperate, completely spent "y-yes, please."
childhood bestfriend!suguru who holds his breath as you climb down from the top trundle bed under the warm room lights, his heart hammering against his ribs so hard it rings in his ears. he can only watch, completely frozen, as you pull back his blanket and straddle his thighs, towering right over him.
from where he’s lying, exposed and completely raw under the soft overhead glow, the shift in your posture catches him off guard. he watches your eyes widen—a sudden, bright sparkle of genuine curiosity and dark amusement lighting up your face as your gaze drops down between his legs.
a fresh wave of heat floods his entire body, making his face burn a furious red. he knows exactly what you’re looking at. he can feel the heavy, humiliating weight of his own arousal—thick, throbbing violently with every pulse of his blood, and swollen so large that the veiny length twitches beneath your gaze. a hot, slick bead of pre-cum is already glistening at the tip, leaking down his shaft and making him feel agonizingly bare.
his thighs tremble beneath your weight as he tries—and utterly fails—to shrink away from the exposure. the raw humiliation of being caught like this by you crashes over him, but as he looks up at you from the bed, watching the playful smirk curve your lips, all he can feel is a terrifying, desperate rush of need.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is completely overwhelmed the second your soft, warm hands wrap around his slick, throbbing length, his hips involuntarily jerking upward at the unbelievable sensation of your touch after years of hidden longing.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who can barely process reality as your fingers slide up and down him with a deliberate, agonizingly sweet pace. the sheer sensory overload leaves him whimpering softly into the quiet room, his knuckles turning white as he grips the bedsheets tight, muttering hushed curses through a tight throat "nghh... oh god, you're—fuck..."
every movement of your hand feels like a deliberate torture designed just for him. he watches through half-lidded, dark eyes as you lean in close, using your thumb to slowly circle his swollen slit, smearing the slick bead of pre-cum all over his sensitive head until he hitches a sharp, ragged breath. you don't stop there; your fingers trace the heavy, pulsing vein running down his underside, following every hot ridge of his length.
when the friction starts to build under the warm room lights, you coolly lean lower and gather a pool of spit on your lips, letting a long, glistening string drop right onto his head. suguru's hips involuntarily jerk up off the mattress at the sudden, cool moisture, a desperate groan tearing from his chest as you rub it in, coating every inch of his thick shaft until your grip is slick, wet, and sliding smoothly over his most sensitive spots.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is so utterly ashamed by how good it feels that he tries to throw an arm over his flushed face to muffle his needy groans, only for you to gently pull his arm away and pin it loosely against the mattress so he's forced to look right up at you.
"don't hide from me, suguru," you whisper teasingly, your thumb lightly tracing the racing pulse in his wrist while your other hand keeps a steady, maddening rhythm on him. "does it feel good?"
"f-fuck..." he chokes out, his dark eyes wide, glossy, and entirely blown out as his head rolls back into the pillow. "you—you have no idea—ah..."
"i want to hear you," you command softly, tilting your head with a playful smirk as your grip tightens just a fraction. "look at me. i want to see every single expression you make, and i want to hear every sound. don't quiet down for me now."
childhood bestfriend!suguru who reaches a point of sheer, desperate need under the warm overhead light, stuttering out a breathless, embarrassed "c-can you use your mouth?"
childhood bestfriend!suguru who completely short-circuits the moment you give a smooth "sure" and immediately dive down, the sharp angle bringing your chest spilling out right in front of his face again and sending his brain into an absolute tailspin.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is thrown into a messy spiral as you take him in, his hips helplessly bucking up into your heat, his legs trembling violently as tears well up in the corners of his eyes while he babbles incoherent praise and pleas.
the heat of your mouth enveloping the sensitive tip sends an electric shock straight down his spine. his eyes go wide, staring down in disbelief as you push past your limits, taking him deep down your throat. the filthy, wet sounds filling the quiet room shatter whatever restraint he had left, echoing loudly under the warm lights. he feels your tongue swirling intensely around his slit before flattening out to lick up along his heavy veins, making his entire body shudder.
because you can't fit all of his thick dick, your warm, spit-slicked hand stays wrapped tight around the base, pumping in perfect, rhythmic sync with your mouth. a long, glistening string of spit rolls down your chin and drips onto his lower stomach, adding to the messy, humiliating sight. every wet slide, every pull of suction, and the heat of your cheeks stretching around him pulls a wrecked, tearful whine from his throat as he helplessly rolls his head back into the pillow, completely undone by you.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who gasps out a desperate warning "wait—fuck, i'm—i'm gonna cum—" his voice cracking, entirely wrecked and pleading, only for the low, rumbling hum of your vocal cords against his sensitive length to send a violent shockwave straight to his core, instantly snapping his final thread of self-control and pushing him completely over the edge.
childhood bestfriend!suguru who cums hard straight into your mouth, his mind going entirely blank with pleasure as he lies there teary-eyed, watching fat globs of his release overflow past your lips and messily drip over his skin and your hands.
childhood bestfriend!suguru is pushed to the absolute brink of blacking out as you slowly keep working your hand over him, lazily licking up his mess from your lips and his skin.
he lies completely helpless—his chest heaving, dark hair fan-spread across the pillow, and eyes glassy with unshed tears. he can barely breathe, let alone think, but his gaze remains entirely locked onto yours. you drag your tongue over your lower lip, gathering the slick white traces, before dragging a tongue up his shaft to clean him off—never once breaking eye contact.
a slow, wicked smirk curves your lips as you look up at his flushed, wrecked face, tilting your head slightly.
"look at all of this, suguru," you tease softly, your voice dripping with playful amusement as you trace a messy thumb over his skin. "you were holding out on me... didn't know my sweet best friend could make such a huge mess just from looking at me."
the sound of your voice—so casual, yet so utterly possessive—brands that exact image into his mind for the rest of his life, leaving his brain completely short-circuited as he stares back at you, entirely ruined.
putting sukuna in his place tags: fluff?? a little drabble until i get around to writing the fics i've been meaning to write.
“the next time i talk to you like that, punch me across the face.”
is what sukunas words were after he’d said something hurtful to you one time. they never left you. oh, were you going to get him back.
currently, you’re in the kitchen arguing about something stupid that happened— a worker flirted with you at the mall. “he was very obviously trying to fuck you!” his voice rose with every word. “he was just being nice!” you tried to reason, your own voice rising in desperation. he inhaled sharply trying to compose himself. you sighed softly. “listen— sukuna, i’m sorry-“ he cuts you off. “SORRY DOESNT FUCKING CUT IT!” the harshness of his words making you freeze. “you’re such a naive little slut sometimes, you stand there and let everyone fucking flirt with you because you’re too stupid to understand—“
PUNCH!
the crack of your knuckles hitting his skin echoes through the kitchen. it goes dead silent, your hand is aching, sukuna turns his head slowly to look at you, blood already trickling down his nose. “you don’t wanna let me finish my sentence? i’m not letting you finish yours.” you hissed. he was stunned. “fucking hell…” he wipes his nose, looking at the crimson staining his hands. you turned away and marched off to the room.
you heard the front door open then slam shut, you laid in bed staring at the ceiling. an hour or so later, you hear the front door swing open along with the hurried, heavy footsteps of sukuna. you hear some rustling and soft curses of frustration— for what reason? you’re unsure.
a few beats later, the door creaks open. “hey.” he says quietly. he steps into the room, hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets. you looked up from your phone. “yeah?” you asked, your tone carrying an edge to it from his earlier words. “i… just come to the kitchen.” he murmurs, looking quite sheepish for a guy like him. you looked skeptical, but got up anyways.
you walked over to the kitchen, next to it was the dining table that was barely visible from the amount of gifts he bought. the flowers covering 50% of the mid-sized table. there were soft plushies, hello kitty blankets, slippers, pajamas, chocolates, makeup that you’ve been meaning to buy, the perfume you’ve been dying to get and a couple of other things. you stared at everything in disbelief. “you know i didn’t mean it…” he says suddenly, his voice careful and low. “i’m a fuckin’ idiot, you’re an angel.” he looks around the room for a second, taking a deep breath and clenching his jaw for a moment before saying something you’d never heard him say the entire relationship. “and i’m sorry..” your eyes widened before you had to suppress a triumphant smirk. “maybe i should punch you more often.” you walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “thank you, ‘kuna.” he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in closer. “you got me good, my nose still hurts like a bitch.” he huffs, pressing a kiss to your hair nonetheless.
safe to say he’s never talking like that again. or maybe, he likes it when you hit him.
synopsis . How watching a movie with your roommate goes wrong. pairings (separate) . Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Gojo x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader.
content . afab!reader, non-curse au, unprotected sex, dry humping, degrading, praise, dirty talk, filth, pussy slapping, tw: spitting, they’re all pervs, heavy tension, pet names, pining, men losing their confidence once they feel you, submissive men, taunting, cockwarming, manhandling, rough sex, teasing, begging, etc.
word count . 9.6k || author's note: doja release the full song pls </3 banner art from “Kubitsuri Danshi to Nikushoku Joshi” (this is a slightly revised repost)
☆ Toji Fushiguro — "There's a sex scene coming up."
The first thing you do is laugh at the man. He told you that as if you hadn't seen a thousand sex scenes before.
Rolling your eyes, you barely move in your seat, "So?" You huff back to your awfully smug roommate.
Now, you and Toji get along relatively well. The attraction between the two of you is noticeably mutual so it doesn't fully surprise you that he felt the need to announce the next part of the movie to you. The two characters were already slopping each other's faces up so it was pretty obvious where things were going.
As such, that doesn't exactly prepare you for the next thing your roommate decides to say to you.
"We should recreate it," Toji suggests, completely catching you off guard.
You and him have done… things before but, never sex. Or at least, you’ve never had his cock inside you. Maybe you’ve sucked him off once or twice and maybe he’s returned the favor two or, six times but—who’s keeping track of all that? The point is, you’ve never had traditional sex with the guy.
He was more of your roommate-with-benefits at the end of the day, if you needed someone to help you get off after a long and stressful day, Toji was offering himself to you and the same vice versa.
So when he suggests recreating a sex scene with you, the last thing you expected was what the actual scene itself was…
“Well, what is it?” You ask curiously, turning your head to look up and the man who was already right beside you.
Toji tips his head to the side and keeps his eyes focused on the screen, “Watch it and see for yourself.”
Feeling slightly annoyed by how he suggested something to you only to not explain what it is he wants to do, you just turn back to the TV and do just that—watching as the movie plays out.
You think you’re turned on rather quickly once the two character on screen start fucking like goddamn rabbits—position after position, moan after moan, and noticeably rough sex occurring onscreen. There’s one position in particular that Toji nudges you at, to which your eyes widen and you tense up.
The man on screen has his partner in a headlock as they fuck them from behind. All you can do is bat your lashes as the scene with that position plays out far longer than the others, words of filth being muttered and the moans sounding awfully real.
Your mouth opens to ask your roommate something but he’s already in your ear before you get the chance to, “Yeah, I wanna try that with ya’,” Toji whispers.
A wave of heat flashes over your entire body and you’re squeezing your legs together at the thought alone. Toji behind you like that, shoving his fat angry cock inside you while his beefy arm constricts around your throat, limiting air from you and—
Yeah, you weren’t shying away from that offer, even though you had your fears.
“T-Toji, you wanna-, hah, you wanna put me in a headlock?” You sputter out in surprise, “We’ve never even had sex in a normal position… I don’t think I can take-”
“You can,” He cuts off rudely, “Jus’ gotta let me prep you. And I’ll be gentle,” He murmurs to you, even though you know that’s a lie, “…’Til you get used to me.”
You chuckle nervously, “I dunno… You-,” A sigh slips from your lips, “You wanna do this now?”
He nods, “Mhm,” Then his hand is moving to yours and he pulls your touch over to his crotch, “Got hard jus’ thinking about it.”
Instinctively, your hand moves to feel around and your fingers shape around his erection, cupping his stupidly hard cock and feeling him throb beneath your touch. You gulp before you glance down at your hand and the way it looks sliding down along his length against his sweats, outlining his shape with your touch and pulling your lower lip into your mouth at the thought.
You remember how difficult it was to fit the guy in your throat so you could only imagine him stretching your pussy open, giving you long and deep thrusts just so you could get used to him, and the way he’d force you to feel every thick inch of his.
“You’re droolin’,” Toji points out suddenly as he brings a hand to your face and swipes his calloused thumb across the corner of your lips, bringing his finger to his mouth moments later, “Figured you’d like this just as much as me but look atcha’,” He licks whatever taste from your mouth he got off of his thumb. “A mess already, tsk.” He teases.
You’re just sitting there with your eyes still on his cock straining against his sweatpants, trying to mentally prepare yourself to have that inside you. You swallow thickly, “Toji…”
“Hm?” He hums lowly with a slight cock of his head.
You bring your gaze up to him and his green eyes are already low on yours, “I wanna do it.”
Famous last words…
The smirk that stretched across his scared lips was probably one of the most sexy looks you’ve ever seen on the man. Not to mention the immediate jump of his cock in reaction to your agreement.
And in God knows how many minutes, your clothes were scattered on the floor and he had you bent over on the couch as he prepped you with his fingers. Toji knows how big his dick is– hell, he’s a little too aware of it, so he had to make sure you were extra soaked for him.
Talking to you in that rasp and deep tone of his, “I think you can take me jus’ fine,” He murmurs to you, fucking his fingertips deeper inside yo u with each passing second, “You’re already takin’ three of my fingers so, what’s the difference?”
You moan against the couch cushion your cheek is currently resting against, “Mgh, your cock i-is waaay bigger,” You admit in a horny little slur.
Of course he smiles at that, glad you can’t see his face right now because your words only stroke his ego more and more, “Is it?” As Toji asks you that, he drags his fingers out of you, moving to suck your most recent orgasm off of them before repositioning himself behind you. Then he shrugs, “I dunno, I don’t think there’s that much of a difference..”
He’s still talking but you’re refusing to believe a thing he says. You’ve had your fair share of studying his cock up close so you already knew how he’d feel inside you. Even so, you feel a glob of spit land on your cunt and it makes you flinch out of your thoughts. After that is followed by something fat and hard pressing in between your folds.
The arch in your back furthers and your lips part, “Toji?” You whisper.
A big hand comes down on your ass before he’s gripping onto you, “Mhm, that’s me you feel,” He teases, his other hand busy rubbing his cockhead up and down your sopping slit.
You think a moan leaves your lips already at the mere tease of his cock, “I don’t think-”
“You’ve been doin’ a little too much of that lately,” He huffs, lifting his tip from you before letting it smack against your pussy a few times and then smiling to himself at how wet you were, “Just let me take care of ya’, I'm not gonna hurt you unless you want me to, silly girl.”
A little mumbled curse is heard coming from your mouth but Toji’s only response to that is easing his hips forwards, squeezing his tip inside you slowly as he watches the way you turn your head to stuff your face into the cushion and your hands gripping onto the couch. Toji takes it slow at first, easing his tip in and out of you a few times until you relax a little.
Then he’s pushing an inch or two inside you and he can hear your muffled moans against the couch. Not to mention the way you move a hand back as if to push him away already.
Toji just rolls his eyes at that point, “I’m not even halfway in,” He chuckles, “Relax f’me.”
You try, you really do. It is a bit difficult but you try not to be so tense as he continues to push into you. It’s the first thrust that really had you gasping and holding onto the couch for dear life because after that, Toji repeats the action—drawing his hips all the way back before thrusting himself in fully, all the way to the hilt of your cunt. You’re practically clawing at the cushion below you and your eyes are tearing up from the sheer stretch of his cock.
You could feel him in every corner of your dripping cunt, his thick shaft leaving you gasping for air and his sharp hips clashing against your ass. You hardly register the groans he’s letting out or the curses about how tight you are.
His hands are everywhere on your ass as things start off slow, a few thrusts in and he feels your walls clamp around him before you’re cumming already. He hadn’t even gotten you into the position he wanted you in and you were already whining his name. Toji grips onto the fat of your ass, spreading you further for him as he watched his bulging angry cock ease in and out of you, your sloppy juices coating his veins and dripping all over the damn place.
The mess makes him smirk, “Fuckin’ filthy,” He hums. Then he’s leaning down and you feel your heart sink because after that, a surprisingly gentle hand is creeping around your neck before he lifts your face up. Getting a good look at you, he meets your gaze with a smirk before whispering, “You okay?”
The way he checks on you had your cunt squeezing around him again. “M-Mhm,” You mumble, mouth messy with drool and lashes coated with tears that’d yet to fall yet.
Toji tips his head to the side, still gently rocking his hips into yours and barely humping his cock in and out of you, “Ready to keep goin’?”
It takes you a second to agree to that but when you feel his tip brush against somewhere particularly sweet inside you, you nod eagerly, “Uhuh,” You murmur almost dumbly.
All he can do is smile and lean back up, “C’mere then,” Toji instructs. You follow suit and lean up with him. “Tip ya’ head back for me, here,” He’s still buried inches inside you but he’s instructing you with no problem, moving a hand to your chin to tip your head back, “Just keep lookin’ at me for a second, m'kay?”
You let out a shaky breath of air before keeping your eyes back on his, feeling and watching him lean closer to you and then slowly wrap an arm around your neck, making your breath hitch slightly.
“You sure you're ready for this, doll?” Toji asks as he soon has you take your eyes off of his so he can lock your head into place, “Might break ya’,” He teases.
Your hands move to feel his arm around your neck, caressing his skin before you smile a little, “That’s okay,” You whisper in response, your excitement getting the better of you, “You can break me a little, Toji.”
His hold on your head isn’t the tightest yet, since he doesn’t literally wanna choke you out but, it’s tight enough to where you can’t move and his next thrust has you gasping again. And then it all goes downhill from there because Toji swears you’ve only gotten tighter since he’s put you in this position and you’re so soaked that you’re drippin’ down your thighs.
He can’t help but get a little rough with you. The first few movements were merely experimental but the second you’re comfortable and start moaning for more, Toji’s pouring out a heavy groan right into your ear as he starts to really fuck you.
The couch creaks and your cunt is so loud and messy as his heavy balls smack against you with each bruising thrust of his angry cock. You could feel him throbbing and pulsing deep inside you every time you uttered his name in pleasure. The position had you weak, your legs shaking within minutes and your nails scratching at his arm.
All as he whispered filthy things in your ear, “So fuckin’ messy for me,” He huffs, earnig a whine from you, “You like this, huh? Like bein’ my messy lil’ thing?”
“T-Toji, oh fu-uck, s’too much-,” You choke, feeling his arm tighten around you just to shut you up.
“You're takin’ it juuust fine, baby,” His tone is far to sweet for the way he’s bullying your pussy right now, stretching you and fucking you so full that it was getting hard to think.
His hips were harsh against yours, smack after smack, making your moans come out in a stutter and a slur as he murmured degrading little nicknames into your ear seconds later.
“Gonna cum for me again? I’ve already gotcha’ folded up like some whore-, mgh… it's the least you could do for me, doll,” Toji grunts into your ear, his swollen cockhead pounding right into where you need him most.
Your eyes practically roll to the back of your skull and you’re spasming, “Tojii, I c-can’t-, ah, hahh-, hnngh.. p-please,” You mewl, dewy slicks from your cunt glistening all over his fat cock that it even has him panting and losing his breath.
His lips are right against your ear, breath warm and dick throbbing wildly inside you with the way he doesn’t let up on you for even one moment, “One more, pretty. Jus’ gimme one more,” He whispers.
Your breath hitches and you can feel your orgasm building right back up, you were so close and he was fucking you just right. His hold on you gets a little tighter and he pinpoints his thrusts deeper against your sloppy pussy, the filthy squelches only growing louder and louder before you’re whimpering his name.
Toji kisses the tip of your ear softly—feeling the way your cunt just sloshes around his cock and making his eyes go back. You were squeezing him so tightly that it was almost hard to cram his cock into you. Your pussy was so damn heavenly that Toji felt lightheaded for a moment, despite you being the one getting choked out right now.
Before he knows it, he’s fucking a thick creamy load of cum inside you while grunting your name out through slightly gritted teeth. The way you were moaning and whining in return drove him crazy, the sight of your jaw dangling open, drool sliding down your chin, tears rolling down your face—the entire sight and feel of you had his head spinning in pleasure.
Which is exactly why he’s emptying himself into you while you milk him for all he’s worth. He doesn’t even realize he’s released you from that headlock until the sounds of your moans are muffled again. Toji barely remembers shoving your face down and pressing a hand into your arch before ramming whatever's left of his cum deeper inside you.
Then there was the way your legs were shaking and how filthy it was to watch his cum drip out of you as he pulled out. Oh, he was definitely having sex with you again after this.
☆ Choso Kamo — He's too attentive.
You're too focused on the way your favorite actor's busy on the screen going down on the love interest of the movie to realize that Choso's got his eyes everywhere except the TV.
He notices the way you're shifting in your seat, the thumb you bring up to your lips and the nail you nibble on anxiously as the sex scene ahead continues. Choso zones out from the fake slurps and forced moans from the TV, his eyes and ears completely focused on you and you only. Even when you let out a sigh as your thighs squeeze together, he notices.
And he doesn’t mean to stare at you but he couldn’t help it. What about this particular sex scene had you so squirmish? He’s watched them with you before but it was obvious this one was different. Was it the actor? Choso can’t help but glance at the TV to remind himself of who was in the movie, wondering if the big muscular pink-haired man on the TV was your type.
You were practically drooling at this point, hanging off of every word the man said all while Choso quickly put two and two together.
Clearing his throat, you flinch as if you’d been caught doing something you had no business doing, “You alright over there?” Choso hums.
You slowly turn your head to him and your lashes flutter as you pull your thoughts away from where they’d been previously, “U-Uhuh, yeah… Why?” You respond hesitantly.
You were far too caught up in the movie to have noticed how much Choso was paying attention.
He shrugs, “You keep moving,” Choso points out before looking at the TV, “Is the scene making you uncomfortable or something?”
Your brows twist up, “What? N-No, not at all! It’s actually uh,” You had to pause for a second before you decide to tell him the truth, glancing back at your favorite actor on screen, “Well, that’s one of my favorite actors and the scene is pretty hot.”
“Oh,” Your roommate responds, nodding in acknowledgment, “You like guys like that?”
You snort, “Guys like what?”
“Tall, muscular, face tatts….” Choso lists carefully as he narrows his eyes on the actor ahead, “...Pink hair?”
You roll your eyes, “N-No, I just… Well, okay maybe that is kinda my type.” You’re slow to admit that because as soon as the words leave your lips, you’re looking at your roommate and realizing that aside from the hair color, he pretty much fits that description.
Choso turns his head to you and lifts his brows, “Yeah?” He huffs, smirking a bit, “You do know I basically just described myself, safe for the pink hair…”
“O-Okay… so?”
“So, I kinda resemble your type and your favorite actor.”
“Y’know, now that you mention in,” Your head tilts and you lean a bit closer to Choso, studying his facial features closer, “You two do look like you could be related.”
“Wait seriously?” Choso lets out a laugh, “If so that’s kinda funny since, just like him in this movie, I’ve never given anyone head.”
“You’ve never-,” You choke on whatever it is you were about to say as you realize what he just said. “Huh? You’ve never given anyone head?”
He shrugs, “No?”
And your curiosity practically spirals from there, “Have you had sex before?” You ask.
“Yeah,” Choso smirks at the immediate questions you have for him. “I’m not a virgin. But, well, my mouth is, I guess,” He explains steadily before looking to the TV again.
Your eyes remain fixated on his face, “Do you want to?”
“Want to,” His eyes trail right back over to you, “What?”
You lean in again, “Give someone head?”
“Are you offering?” Choso replies casually, licking his lips seconds afterwards.
A smile spreads across your face and you try to flip it back onto him, “Nono, are you offering.”
He stares at you for a long moment, trying to figure out the right way to go about all this. Every muscle in his body was telling him to say yes because, technically, he was offering. He’d been offering silently ever since he first said something. You looked so focused on the damn TV that it almost irritated Choso, he could do whatever that actor’s doing ten times better.
…Even if he’s never done it before.
“Yeah,” Choso breathes out, not wanting to pass up on this opportunity in the slightest.
You gulp, “You-”
Before you get to finish, Choso’s shifting against your bed—maybe movie night in your room wasn’t the best idea. He’s moving closer to you and soon placing his hands on the bed at your sides as he brings his face close to yours. Your eyes are all wide and you’ve sat up completely, heart thumping in your chest at how close he’s gotten.
“Cho,” You whisper, watching the way his gaze changes, “You actually wanna-”
“I can do it,” He utters carefully as he places one hand on your thigh and slowly parts your legs for his body to fit in between, “I saw the way you’ve been looking at the screen anyway so, I know you’re worked up.”
“I-I’m not-,” You’re cut off yet again when Choso leans in and his lips brush over yours for a split second before he shifts to kiss your cheek.
Then he trails those soft little kisses over to your ear, “I’ve always wanted to try, y’know…”
“Try what?” You breathe, feeling his breath caress the crown of your ear.
“Pleasing someone with my tongue,” Choso explains, one of his legs sliding up in between yours up until he brushes against your core and you instinctively move a hand to hold onto his arm. To which he smirks, “And you’re needy for it so, just let me try.”
“I’m not needy for anything, I-” Again, he cuts you off. This time he just pushes his leg forward a bit so that he’s fully pressing against your clothed cunt, earning a pathetic little gasp from you.
“You were saying?” Choso taunts as he tips his head down to your neck.
You scoff, “Shut up.”
“Shut me up,” He huffs back before kissing your neck.
“Fine,” Is the last thing you said to him before the two of you started acting on your whims.
He doesn’t even remember what he was thinking or how he got to this point by the time he’s got his face buried between your thighs. He can hardly think of anything else aside from the glistening slick drooling out of your exposed cunt moments after he’d tugged your panties down. Choso swears he’s never seen anything this wet in his life, his eyes hungry as they study your pussy closely before he even thinks about touching you.
All while you lay before him, your legs held open by his big hands and your eyes low on the way he looked, staring at you so lewdly. For someone who’s never even done this before, he damn sure looked as though he were about to devour you like you were his last meal.
“Shiiit,” Choso whispers as his head tilts along with the excessive dripping from your hole. He’s just watching your cunt twitch and ooze without him even touching you yet. Was his staring doing this to you? (It was).
You gulp, “Don’t just stare, Cho…”
“But she’s so pretty,” He mumbles, almost in awe at the way your cunt only gets wetter, “And responsive… haven’t even touched her yet ‘nd she’s leaking for me.”
He feels the way your thighs try to closer together out of embarrassment but the steel grip he has on you wasn’t allowing that to happen anytime soon, especially as he finally leans in and does nothing more than plant a sloppy kiss against your even sloppier pussy. The wet little mwah that emits into the air as he pulls away slightly makes both you and him gasp.
“Choso,” You practically whine, “Please don’t tease.”
He licks his lips and glances up at you, “You gotta remember, I don’t really know what m’doing,” Choso mumbles in response while he presses his lips against your cunt once more.
Then, his tongue lulls out and he keeps his eyes on yours as he gets that first raw taste of you. His brows immediately twist up and his tongue slicks upwards as his lips shift to cup your cunt. Choso has no idea what he’s doing but you spasm a bit when he slurps your taste into his mouth and lets out a groan against you.
Completely clueless, Choso just does what he thinks would feel good for you after that and for whatever reason, it fucking works. He swears he’s never given head before but the way his tongue was lapping against you said something entirely different. He swirls the slipper pink muscle upward and he’s at your clit within a few moments, flicking the tip of his tongue against it before just toying with you using his mouth.
All as his eyes remained fixated on you and the way you moan whenever he does something right. It’s so sloppy the way he fucks his tongue inside your drooling hole, digging more and more of your taste out of you so he can get it all inside his mouth. Muttering small, “Tastes s’sweet,” against you as he works his lips and tongue.
Even whenever he pulls away for a few seconds, he just spits on your cunt to watch it get messier, smiles at the filthiness of it all, and then dives right back in. Your hand is soon to get lost in his hair and his usual messy ponytails come aloof with the way you tug and pull at him.
Choso worships your cunt, kiss after kiss, lick after lick, and groan after groan. At some point his hands move away from your thighs just so he can feel your legs close around his head as he shoves his tongue in deeper and the tip of his nose rubs against your clit.
“Mmmgh,” Choso grunts against your sopping hole, his eyes flickering back for a moment as you lifted your hip against his face.
He soon tugs his face away for a second just to slap his tongue against your pussy, making you whine in pleasure and call out his name, “Cho, oh fuck… are you sure y-you’ve never-”
“Uhuh,” He’s cutting off as he latches his mouth right back onto you, slobbering all over your cunt like it was the only thing keeping him sane and moaning against you.
It’s a filthy mess in between your legs—hickies you hardly remember him leaving decorating your inner thighs, a bite mark or two spotted, sweat and saliva left just everywhere, a few splatters of his spit mixed with your juices, and most importantly, a very disheveled Choso feasting on you with not a care in the world.
You don’t even know if you cum, or how many times you do so because Choso doesn’t stop until you’re trembling underneath him. And because it was his first time, that took quite a while but he didn’t care. His jaw had started to hurt and he thinks his tongue was going numb for a second with how long he’d been in between your legs, slurping your pussy, and using nearly all of his face to please you.
You may not have known if you came but Choso did—swallowing everything you gave him down without a care in the world, letting out a whiney moan every time the slick slithered down his throat, and groaning in pleasure each time you came for him.
He wasn’t even talking as much as he thought he would be because he was too focused on your taste and getting more and more and more of it from you.
Maybe next time you let him do this he’ll be a little more talkative but, for tonight, he had a secret intention of making you squirt—no matter how many hours that may take.
☆ Gojo Satoru — "Why're you sitting so far away?"
The moment you were hit with that infamous question, you knew things were going to go left. Of course, if anyone's hitting you with something so cliche mid-movie, it's Gojo freaking Satoru.
You give your roommate nothing more than a side glance from your eyes, noticing how all his attention is on you, "I'm not that far away, am I?"
Gojo weighs his head to the side, one muscular arm relaxed atop the back stretch of the couch as he cracks that annoying little smirk at you, "You're all the way over thereee," He whines before gesturing a hand to the distance between you and him.
The couch you were on could seat a total of six people and you were roughly an arms length away from the guy so you really didn't know what he expected from you.
All you can do is laugh at his childish antics, "Satoru, you said you wanted to watch a movie with me—not cuddle and watch a movie with me."
He wets his lips before smiling at you, "Well, maybe I want a lil' more now..." To which you scoff and he scooches a bit closer to you, “Plus, the movie’s gettin’ boring.”
You roll your eyes at the guy, “No, you’re just impatient. It’ll pick up in a second, give it some time, ‘Toru.”
God, he loved it when you used that nickname with him. Neither of you remember when you first started using it but you know he likes it and he knows the nickname makes his heart race every time you say it.
“You were seconds away from falling asleep before I said something,” Gojo argues. He’s still gradually scooting closer and closer to you but you don’t even mind it at this point.
He’s always been a man who doesn’t understand the concept of personal space anyway so this doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. Before you know it, the side of Gojo’s thigh is brushing against yours and his arm is right behind you, fingertips dancing near your shoulder.
“I was not,” You protest before finally giving him your full attention. Okay, maybe you had been falling asleep on the movie but you really just wanted a regular movie night with the guy.
…Not whatever it becomes within a few minutes. Because of course the second your eyes are meeting his, his gaze is down on your lips and he’s lowering his voice as if everything was going according to his plan.
Gojo scoffs, “Yeah you were. There’s no need to lie, sweets. If you were getting sleepy, I can think of a few things we can do that’ll keep you awake…”
You swallow and it takes everything in you not to shift away from him because the masculine scent of his expensive cologne is creeping into your nose and you can feel your body heating up simply because of how close he is to you. “Like what?” You practically whisper even though you knew where your question would lead.
And y’know what, you can’t even say you’re mad at where it leads because you’ve had your eyes on Gojo ever since you moved in with him. So when he bluntly offers himself to you with a swift hum of, “We could always fuck,” You’re left speechless for a moment.
Then he’s leaning in and you’re finally looking down at his lips, your breath stuttering with each inch of space that disappears between the two of you until his lips are practically on yours and you feel his skin brushing over you as he speaks.
“You can even keep watching your lil' movie while we do it,” Gojo whispers, “Just say the word and I’ll-“
“Okay,” You huff out faster than you have time to think.
Because who on God’s green earth would deny Gojo Satoru of sex? Especially when he’s so stupidly close to you and staring down at your lips like the lack of connection is driving him to the brink of insanity.
So as soon as your agreement hits his ears, his lips are on yours, and your arms are moving to wrap around his neck to keep him close.
It’s hot, heavy, and even a bit sloppy as he tugs your lips apart for his tongue to slither in. Once Gojo gets that little taste of you, he can’t get enough. Letting out a low grunt into your mouth as his tongue swipes at the corners and crevices of your mouth, hands moving to your waist and then your thigh just to urge you to hurry up and get on top of him, and his body quickly yearning for more and more of you as the seconds pass.
Then you’re on top of him and he’s letting out a groan as you straddle him, your weight plopping down on his crotch and making his hips buck up against you instinctively. Gojo’s pale veiny hands are grabbing a hold of your waist and he’s deepening the kiss with you, feeling eager and almost starved for more.
Pulling away with a messy little cobweb of saliva hanging in between your lips, he grins, “Why didn’t we do this sooner, huh?” Before you can answer, his hands are sliding down to your hips and he’s quick to guide your body against his, making you grind against his growing erection, “‘Know how many times I thought about this?” Gojo huffs.
All you can do is let out a soft pant that fans over his wet lips, “No but, you should tell me all about it while we fuck.”
Then you’re pushing your lips onto his again and his brows are twisting up in pleasure. Things were moving a bit fast but that didn’t stop the wild twitch of Gojo’s cock as your words registered to him.
Tell you about how he’s pictured you like this while he’s buried inside you, huh? Well, whatever his cute roommate wants, she’s sure to get from him.
A few sloppy kisses and teasing grinds later and the two of you are undressing one another. The movie was almost long forgotten until Gojo told you to turn around for him, he still wanted you to enjoy the movie you suggested. As such, he soon has your hands on his knees as you held yourself up, your back facing him, and your body bare above him safe for the lacy blue panties hugging your lower half.
And lord knows Gojo couldn’t hold back his smile when he caught sight of your panites. They matched his eyes. Surely that was no coincidence? Surely you put those on with the intention of this very scenario later playing out, right?
Gojo’s behind you shirtless by this point, his sweatpants messily tugged down just enough so that he could pull his cock out from the confines of his boxers—his blushing pink tip grazing your noticeably soaked panty clad cunt as he does so. He’s got one hand on your hip and the other tightly gripping the base of his thick cock, angling himself just enough so that he can caress your clothed pussy lips with his tip.
His bottom lip gets caught between his teeth as he watches himself slip in between your folds against the wet fabric of your panties. The slick from your cunt was leaking from that pretty lace you had on, glazing and coating his tip with a sexy mix of arousal soon sliding down his cock and causing you to let out the most heavenly little sound he’s ever heard leave your lips.
The noise snaps him out of his daze and he looks up to see your head turned to the side as you look back at him with a gaze of pure need. Gojo’s fat tip slips as his eyes meet yours and you feel him brush up against your clit, making your jaw drop slightly and your hips roll instinctively.
He wasn’t even touching you raw yet and you were already a needy mess. Gojo’s slow to glance down at where his cock is leaving sloppy kisses against your cunt, smirking at the sight all over again, “So wet,” He whispers, “Fuckin’ soaked f’me…”
It sounded as if he were talking to himself, his mind in some sort of daze the longer he rubbed himself against you. The tease of it all was driving you crazy. So much so that all you could do was arch your back a bit more for the man and attempt to grind yourself against his tip.
Your movement makes him groan and you watch as he slowly retracts his hands completely just to watch you lather his cockhead up with your arousal, the small squelches from the movement making his face and ears flush with red.
“S-Shit,” Gojo breathes out. It was like all his confidence and cocky demeanor had flown out the window and, again, he wasn't even inside you yet.
You soon grow tired of the teasing and lift your hips a little, earning a whine from Gojo as your warmth is pulled away from him for less than a second. Then, his eyes were glued to your hand and the way you tug your soaked panties to the side, revealing that pretty pussy of yours to him and making his cock jump in reaction.
Gojo couldn’t even try to lift his hips up to make his cock meet you once more because he was stuck in awe as you lowered yourself once more. Watching your pussy part over his tip was one thing in itself but then how fucking soft and wet you are makes his head fall back against the couch and a groan pour from his mouth.
You watch him move an arm to hold onto the back of the couch and his other hand grips onto the cushion beside him. His abs tense as you wiggle your hips against him, his cock just barely kissing your leaky entrance.
Hell, it almost makes you flinch when he moans, “Put it in,” Gojo pants, his entire body failing to move as the need for you overwhelms him, “Please,” He lets out a whine as you inch down on him ever so slightly, “F-Fuckin’ sit on it, baby-, sit on my cock, please? Wanna be inside you s-so bad.”
His hips twitch and he nearly lifts them just so he can sink the rest of his inches deep inside you— especially when you torture him and lift yourself, causing a brush of air to graze his tip where you two had previously been connected.
“Satoru…” You utter, watching his eyes flicker up to your face. “Did you just whine for me?”
Gojo’s quick to swallow whatever weak sound was about to leave his lips again due to the sultry tone of your voice. “N-No,” He huffs, trying to play off his moment of begging for you, “Course’ not… Just,” He gulps, “Just wanna feel you, c’mon.”
Now you’re the one smirking at him, “Beg for me again,” You whisper, to which a groan gets caught in the middle of his throat.
“What?” Gojo rasps, his body going rigid at your sudden command. Yeah, sure, he just begged for you but it’s different when you tell him to.
The way you chuckle at his confusion makes his body so unbelievably hot and flushed in embarrassment, “You heard me…” You purr, easing yourself back down and riding only his tip for a few seconds, “Beg for me, ‘Toru.”
Gojo’s jaw falls and his eyes drop to his cock again— precum was dripping all down along his veins and he was twitching to feel all of you, “Please?” He breathes out as his brows twist up, “I just…” His hips lift again and he tries to force himself up inside you, “Need it, sweetheart,” Gojo grunts before tossing his head back.
At that, you find yourself satisfied and you’re finally sinking down on his cock just like he wanted you to. Your eyes remain back on his face and the way his eyes roll back as an airy groan leaves his throat.
“Fuuuck,” Gojo moans into the air, his bottom lip quivering at the way your pussy sinks down around him, your sloppy walls making the filthiest squelch the further down you go, up until you stop when he’s only half way in.
Which makes his breath hitch. All he can do is roll his head back into place and look at you, catching the gape look on your face, and the clear struggle your cunt was having. You’re so wet around him that your moisture is just oozing down what’s left of his cock that’s yet to be inside you.
“Sweetheart, please,” Gojo pants, “Need you to sit all the way down,” He hums before moving his hands to your hips.
You let off a moan, “So big, ‘Toru…”
Every fiber of his being almost snapped his hips up into you at the sound of that. You had no idea the things you did to this man—letting out a moan like that, telling him how big he is, and using that goddamn nickname…
He can only nod, “Uhuh, I know, I know,” Then, Gojo’s attempting to collect himself because everytime he speaks in that low tone of his, your cunt is gripping onto his fat cock tighter, “J-Just-, hah, just take your time, sweets.”
That’s the last thing he wanted you to do because half of his cock was feeling absurdly neglected at the moment but, he couldn’t help but want to take things slow. After all, the sex was just to keep you from falling asleep, right?
As such, Gojo tightens his grasp on your hips and helps you ease down another inch or two— a hiss leaving his lips with the way your walls squeeze down on his cock.
“So fucking tight,” He breathes, “R-Relax, sweetheart… gonna make me cum before I even get all the way in.”
You start to lift yourself again as if to escape his thick inches squeezing into you, “S’too much, I-I can’t-“
He’s cutting you off and pulling you right back down with a groan, “Shhh, yes you can-, fuck, yes you can,” Gojo coos, leaning up and helping you sink onto him once more.
A moan of his name leaves your lips at the stretch of his cock, your eyes fluttering shut. Gojo’s steady to ease you all the way down until your cunt is meeting his heavy base, and both of you moan once he’s fully inside you.
You’re both panting in sync as you sit there with his throbbing cock inside you, his hardened tip kissing your sweet spot, and your walls clamping around him with every subtle movement of his hands or your hips.
You end up leaning back against his chest and Gojo buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing hotly against your skin. His arms wrap around you and it was like he didn’t even need you to move yet. This was perfect for him. Just relishing in the warmth of your pussy for a few minutes, feeling every twitch and every squeeze whenever he kisses you was simply perfect.
The movie that’d been playing in front of the two of you is soon remembered as you return your attention back to it and keep Gojo’s cock sitting inside you with little to no movement for a while.
He was okay with that because, hell, part of him never saw himself even getting this far with you. Although, at some point, without him even saying anything, he feels your hips roll forward and a grunt is ripped from his mouth immediately.
Given his sound, you only grow encouraged to continue and barely lift your hips to bob your cunt up and down a few inches of his cock. The movement was minimal but it was enough for both you and him. Gojo’s hands dance up and down your sides. One moment he’s holding your waist and the next he’s slumping back against the couch and holding onto your hips, watching his cock disappear in and out of you as you ride him in earnest.
“Fuck me,” He ends up moaning. That alone has you bouncing on his cock within a few minutes.
Gojo’s usually so confident and suave with his words and actions but here he was moaning so prettily into the air due to the way you were riding him in reverse. Every roll of your hips and the way your sheeny slick made his cock glisten under the dim living room lighting had him gasping at some point.
He’s pretty sure even you forget about the movie at some point because you’re just throwing your ass back on him over and over again, the constant thwack of your rear against his toned pelvis as you plopped down on him was making his moans come out in a stutter.
You’re pretty sure that if you listened closely enough, you could hear the man choking out some small whimper at some point. But he masks that by giving your cunt one experimental thrust, earning a delicious moan from you.
And of course, it doesn’t stop there. He only continues after that, matching the way your cunt sinks down on him with heavy thrusts as he holds onto your hips for dear life.
“‘T-Toru, fuck, m’close,” You soon whisper.
He hardly hears you because he’s too busy trying not to cum inside you, “You feel so fuckin’ good-, God-, fuuck… s’too good,” Gojo babbles, completely pussydrunk at this point and struggling not to finish before you.
Your pussy’s just gushing around his shaft and he swears he can hardly think at some point. Maybe it was because he hadn’t had sex in a while, or maybe it was just you in general and the way you have the nerve to look back at him again and purposefully clamp your goopy walls down around his cock but, either way, Gojo can’t even warn you before he’s shooting a thick load of cum deep inside you.
One look from you and he was losing his damn mind, throwing his head back in both pleasure and embarrassment, fingertips trembling as his hips stutter, and a shaky groan slipping out from his lips while you just keep going.
Then he faintly hears your voice, “Did you just cum?”
All he can do is give you a hard lucid lil’ nod, “Uhuh,” He breathes, still cumming inside you like he had no care in the world.
His cum is warm against your insides, making his cock a creamy mess as you slide your pussy up and almost all the way off of him just for him to catch sight of the filthy mess he’d just made.
Gojo doesn’t even care at this point because all he does is slam you right back down, the squelch louder than ever and one of his hands snaking around you. He’s quick to bring two thick fingers to your clit and lean up to your ear, “Need you to cum for me now, p-please, I'm s-so fuckin’ embarassed,” He admits right against the shell of your eat hotly.
You can feel his desperation in the way his fingers roll messy and needy little circles around your sensitive bud. Then he’s whispering plead after plead into your ear, his cock throbbing and twitching against your pussy, cum forming a ring of filth around his base, and your mind going blank with how eager he is.
You think you cum after he says something along the lines of, “Need it-, shit, need it sweetheart, need you to cum on me,” through slightly gritted teeth and his voice cracking somewhere at the end of his words…
☆ Nanami Kento — You wouldn't stop moving.
He should've known better than to let you climb into his lap like that. Each time something exciting or interesting would display over the screen ahead, your hips would roll 'n swerve about his lap and his body would tense beneath you.
From the first shift he should've moved you off of him. Hell, from the moment you asked to sit in his lap to "platonically cuddle" he very much should have told you no.
Alas, Nanami is a very simple man, and for you? He's a very simple, perverted man who couldn't pass up the opportunity to feel the weight of you on top of him.
It wasn't long before you could feel him twitching just under the soft curve of your ass, dick begging for some proper attention despite the way his mouth refused to move with the intent of acknowledging it.
And since you happened to be just as much of a pervert as he was, only a couple of his twitches went by before you were moving yourself. You were dizzy between your motions, turning around and giving him glossy fuck-me eyes for a few seconds before his mouth was on yours.
It would've been one thing to have you beside him and squirming about, but what was he supposed to do when you were sat on top of him and gyrating your hips in the most gorgeous of patterns?
Somewhere between his tongue slicking past your lips, his hands had begun to travel the expanse of your skin—leaving no tense inch untouched.
Next thing you know and you're underneath him, falling victim to the repercussions of teasing him via dragging your ass across his lap for one minute too long.
It didn't take much for you to realize Nanami likes rubbing his thick, drooling cockhead in between the syrupy slit of your cunt for what feels like forever before he slips inside you.
He lazily dragged his plump tip around your twitching clit in tantalizing lil’ circles and let out low curses in reaction to the way you drip all against him—making the filthiest mess on the couch below. His steady hands would have the meanest grip on your thighs, keeping you spread nice and wide for him the entire time.
All he’s doing is rutting his hips back and forth and back and forth, watching his fat cock slide against your pussy over and over again. It’s almost more arousing than when he’s inside you.
Nanami loves the expression you make when he does this too. The way your brows twist up right as you grow impatient, the greedy hand you shot down to try and angle him into yourself, and the honeyed whines that exit your throat in such raw desperation.
Those fawn eyes of his would soften at the gorgeous sight of you below him and his cock would throb directly against your soaked folds.
Of course he wants to he inside you, he wants to make you feel good and listen to you moan his name all sweetly but… this—the heavy draggg of his cock all over that drooling hole of yours, the feeling of you lathering him up in aroused slick, and the mix of his precum all makes him dizzy with lust. Plus, it's only fair that he gets back at you for teasing.
Somewhere deep down inside, he actually wanted to finish that movie you put on.
Eventually though, he moved one of his hands and wrapped his fingers around his girthy base, tugging his cock a few centimeters up before slapping the weight of it back down against you and causing the nasty sound to flit into the air. Then he’d do it again.
And again, and again, and again until he can feel your leg twitching beneath his palm. “You want it, huhh?” Nanami would drawl out in that stupidly deep and lust-driven tone of his. “‘Want that cock deep inside you, sweet girl?” He’d slowly angle his tip against your hole but his hips are unmoving.
All you feel is the heat of his cockhead pressing against you, the thickness of it, the fucking throb. You can’t even manage out a reply before he’s just barely pushing into you.
Nanami always stretches you so steadily when he fucks you but, after making you wait for so long you can’t help but crave for him to just thrust every inch in at once. You want that rude stretch, that mean, unforgiving spread of your cunt around every pulsing vein of his cock.
Yet, being such a man of aggravating patience, Nanami pulls back just as quickly as he pushed in. You’re left whining without thought, “Kenn—“
“Hmm?” He’d cut you off in a way that lets you know he did that on purpose.
What a tease.
Then he’s pulling back a bit more and his hand starts moving up and down the length of his dick. You think you can feel a nasty trickle of drool slithering out from the corner of your lips as you watch him selfishly jerk off in front of you.
“Kento please,” You’d breathe out all over again, as if that would get you a different result.
It doesn’t. Instead, Nanami’s hand picks up and you watch his breathing grown heavier just as his eyes flick up to your face. Then he cocks his head to the side, “Tell me how you want it, love.” He’d request all of a sudden.
You’re confused and too horny to think so all you sputter out is an airy, “What?”
Nanami lets out a heavy pant and his lashes flutter a bit. “My cock. Tell me how you want it.” He repeats ever so sternly.
Defiantly, you fight back a groan before mumbling to him, “You know how I—“
“Easyy, sweetheart.” Nanami cuts you off in that cooing voice he knows you love.
His head weighs to the left a bit and you watch the way he brings his free hand up to your face. “Look at me,” He whispers, smiling once your eyes so politely meet his own. “There she is, there’s my gorgeous girl.” The praise, uttered so huskily that you’re left dazed beneath him. “Now, talk to me nice.”
With glossed eyes and a slight pout you can’t seem to control, “Ken,” You mewl, reaching your hand down as you desperately ache to feel him.
As if to taunt you, Nanami watches your hand move with a smirk on his face—his own hand tugging at his cock faster now.
He’s all breathy for a moment as he lets your hand wrap around him and pull him closer to you. “Hm? Is that it?” Your roommate whispers, allowing himself to be guided back to your drooling cunt.
The second his fat tip slips against you again, he’s cursing under his breath and letting his hands go to the underside of your legs.
“Fuck.” Nanami breathes, “Is that how you want it?” Then he swats your hand out of the way and moves his own to your lower abdomen. “All that teasing’s got you desperate for it now, huh?”
You whine and he groans at the sound alone. God, you drove him insane. Just looking at you as you laid beneath him a complete desperate and aching mess would be enough to make him cum.
“Kento,” Your voice finally sounds a bit more steady now and you place your hand over his while sprawling your legs out all the more wider. “Just fuck me already.”
It’s rare but, Nanami flashes this cocky expression before tilting his head, “And if I don’t?”
You can feel yourself soaking his tip even more from his taunting alone. Your brows tense and you’re whining all over again, “Please-,”
He cuts you off, “Mhmm, thaaaat’s it.” Nanami praises as he finally finally starts to push his hips forward, letting his cockhead slide right into you. “Beg for it.”
The hand you have on top of his claws at his skin and your hips lift in an attempt of getting him to push deeper, “Kento, fuck..”
“Beg for that cock, c’mon sweetheart.” He teases again, tugging his hips back as he then starts to fuck only his tip in and out of you. “It’s right there, don’t you want it?” He coos—mocking you now.
“Please,” You’re gasping once he lets himself get an inch in, “Shit, Kento please keep going.”
At that, he can’t help but push all the way in. Nanami could only deny you for so long before he was stretching you nice n’ wide for him, sliding every mean inch of his in until he could feel the bulge beneath his palm.
“Fuck.” He curses sharply, appling a bit a weight to his hand just so he can hear the way you moan out his name. “Look at that,” His hips draw back just barely before he thrusts in again, “Can you really feel me in there? Am I really that deep?”
Your eyes lull on back to your skull and now you’re holding onto his wrist as he works up a mean pace. Nanami hits the spot that’s got you drooling in seconds—fucking you exactly the way he’s learned how to.
It takes you a moment to reply to that question of his since you’re too busy moaning at how his filling you up but eventually you babble a cute, “Uhuh..”
To which a fucked-out smile spreads onto his face and his hand presses down harder “Yeahh? Then cum on it,” He instructs, his thrusts beginning to match pace with the not-so-distant knocking of the headboard against the wall.
He feels the way you’re squeezing around him and sees the utterly slutty expression you’ve got on so of course he encourages your orgasm when he begins to feel it.
“Mhmm, all over me, pretty.” He huffs, letting his hand slip just to rub that gorgeous clit of yours, “Just. Like. That.” He grunts between each pounding thrust of his.
You cry out as you make the sweetest mess around his cock and Nanami can’t help but let out a moan of his own. Watching you shiver through your very hard orgasm, he just has to lean down and press his lips to your ear.
“Such a good girl for me.” He whispers with a deeper and heavier roll of his hips as if to fuck you all the way through it.
ok but horny older bf!aizawa tending to his nympho gf who's over a decade younger than him has me in a chokehold
nsfw. legal age gap (33 and 21), sex toys, male masturbation, vaginal sex + creampies, high sex drives
horny older bf!aizawa has two steady streams of income from teaching and hero work, enough to spoil you relentlessly with anything you heart desires. a text from him reads go ahead, sweetheart. buy that, don't worry about the price. you've accumulated a large collection of toys - vibrators, wands and dildos all charged on his card, but knowing he'll be generously rewarded when they come in the mail.
he's most certainly a hands on learner and takes pride in the many ways he worships your body. at the start of your relationship, he felt ashamed of being such a pervert for you due to the ten year age gap. poor man couldn't stop himself from jacking off for hours after that one instance at the cafe.
whether or not you did it on purpose, - each time you crossed your legs, that damned skirt would ride up your thighs just barely exposing the lace panties underneath. it made his jeans feel tighter than ever, half hard cock strained and imprisoned by the fabric.
the only solution of treating the worst case of blue balls he'd had the displeasure of experiencing was a lengthy, imagination fueled masturbation session. pathetic, he thought after his fourth orgasm - a thirty year old man shooting load after load on his abs, instead of draining his balls inside his smoking hot vixen of a girlfriend.
ultimately, horny older bf!aizawa can't hide who he is from you anymore - a sex crazed, lustful pervert with a thing for young and impressionable sluts. "so, are you a tits or an ass man?" you pop the unexpected question a couple weeks in, before either of you had engaged in anything sexual. "that's um, random." the skeptical tone in his voice contradicts the sudden arousal rushing to his loins. tits, ass, pussy, thighs - it didn't fucking matter, he wanted to run his hands over every inch of you. "this might not be the answer you're looking for, but. all of it. of you, that is. i can't say there's one specific part of your body i favor more," he replies respectfully, self control hanging by a thread.
"hm, but that's not quite what i asked." you pick up on how he's sweating, debating on which words to use cause he can't let you know how much of a sexual deviant he is. "fine, well. if i absolutely have to choose, it would be your ass." shouta says he's an ass man at first, but it's just to deter you from bothering him more about such a foolish question. all it takes is for him to wrap his lips around your nipple while bouncing the flesh in his palm for the first time. "alright, i take it back. guess i'm a tits man now." that's until he's impaling you on his thick cock from behind, your perfect ass on display for his eyes and hands only. "you know what baby, forget it. i'm neither an ass or a tits man. fuckin' can't get enough of both."
not once have you felt a man cum in your cunt as hard as horny older bf!aizawa - who possesses unrivaled stamina with a dick that throbs inside of you like crazy. his sounds become primal the closer he gets, losing himself in the ecstasy of your vice grip. it's when you repeatedly continue to gush around him like a damn fountain that he checks in with you, worried about the fragile state of your body. "awe, my girl's so cockdrunk she didn't even realize how many times she fuckin' soaked me. you're so cute when that brain of yours is turned off, consumed by pleasure." although, your boyfriend isn't devoid of morals, and has studied your body well enough to determine if you are genuinely overwhelmed.
he's older, wiser, experienced - knows enough about intimacy to be attentive to his partner. "your body's preparing for something incredible, but we need to slow down. just, let yourself ride the wave. don't overwork your muscles." he kisses your nose, guiding your tired hips and massaging your tender thighs. because he has to carefully lead the way, pave the path for the orgasm that's about to wreck your whole body with indescribable bliss.
initially, you doubt that horny older bf!aizawa can keep up with a slut like you who can't get enough older cock stuffing her pussy. his sex drive can't be anywhere near yours, you thought - and you'd never been more wrong in your life. "listen, i'm not that much older than you. quit acting like i have some sort of dysfunction. wasn't i just bouncing your exhausted body on my lap last night when you couldn't even hold yourself up?" he isn't wrong - the substantially well endowed hero has the strength and libido of a madman, opting to use your body as a fleshlight when your bones turned to jelly. "whatever you say, old man." fuck. he couldn't let you walk away from him after that demeaning phrase.
"old man, huh? is that what you called me?" the earlier comment had pissed him off, finding it frustrating but alluring that you thought you could get off scot free. "you think guys your age could fuck you like this?" your body is forced up the bed with each slam of his hips, the headboard colliding with the wall. "no, sho- fuck, only you. 'm sorry, didn't mean to say that." the wet heat of your cunt is intoxicating - he's close to blowing his load inside for the second time after that snarky mouth of yours decided to talk back. "gonna flood this pussy, you ready?"
too blissed out to answer, shouta leans over your back, long and steady fingers decorating your neck. "atta girl, fuck- this pussy's too good." shouta's a responsible man, only agreeing to cum inside you if the right precautions were in place. birth control was your best option, and you'd been going at it raw ever since. "gonna cum so hard, feel it? feel how hard i am?" answering him with choked moans and cries of pleasure is all you can deliver, eyes rolling back with each slam of his tip against your cervix. "fuck!" he buries his hips as deep as possible, flooding your already drenched pussy with his warm cum. "how's that for an old man?" your body collapses, a smirk forming on his face at the satisfactory sight of your leaking pussy.
katsuki had you face down ass up, back arched deep as he fucked you from behind like he was pissed off at you.
his hips snapped forward hard, thick cock slamming into your pussy with wet, filthy sounds. every brutal thrust made your body jolt forward on the bed, but he just yanked you back by the hips like you were his personal fucktoy.
“fuck, this pussy is swallowing me so fucking good,” he growled, voice rough and raspy. “taking me so deep”
you moaned loud into the pillow, gripping the sheets tight as he fucked you. his pace was mean and relentless, skin slapping loudly against skin. he reached forward, grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, forcing you to arch even more.
“don’t hide your fucking face,” he snarled. “I wanna hear every sound you make.” then he brought his palm down hard on your ass.
SMACK !
a small, controlled explosion went off against your skin the second his hand connected — tiny sparks and heat blooming across your ass cheek. the sharp sting made your pussy clench hard around him.
“oh!” you cried out, eyes watering.
katsuki laughed low and mean, still fucking you.
“yeah? you felt that?” he slapped the other cheek even harder, another little explosion popping against your skin. the sense of pain and heat made your legs shake. “that making you cream all over my cock ?”
he kept fucking you deep, hips snapping forward while his hand came down again and again. every slap came with a small pop of his quirk, not enough to actually hurt you bad, but enough to send sharp, electric shocks through your ass that turned into throbbing heat.
“fuuuck, you like that don’t you?” he groaned, yanking your hair harder. “pussy keeps squeezing me every time I blow up on your ass. nasty little masochist.”
“i love it— i love when you’re rough !”
your moans were getting louder, broken and pathetic as he fucked you hard from behind. katsuki leaned over you, chest pressed against your back. his mouth right next to your ear as he spoke absolute filth.
“you’re dripping down my fucking thighs. making such a messy fucking pussy for me. bet you want it harder next time, huh?”
he slapped your ass again — harder. the explosion was a little bigger this time. the stinging burn mixed with the pleasurable stretch of his cock made your eyes roll back.
“katsuki— don’t stop pleaseee!” you dragged out, pleasure and pain blending together perfectly.
“that’s right. taking it sooo good ,” he mocked, teeth grazing your shoulder threatening to bite down. “you feel how deep i’m hitting?”
he straightened back up, gripping your hips with both hands. his thrusts were faster, deeper, more aggressive. every time his hips met your ass he gave you a small explosion on your already sensitive skin.
the constant mix of his thick cock stretching you open and the sharp, hot shocks from his quirk was driving you insane. you were shaking, pussy fluttering around him as an orgasm built fast. katsuki could feel your pussy clenching harder around him like you’ve done hundreds of times when your so close to cumming
“c’mon cum on my cock,” he commanded, slapping your ass again with another tiny pop.
“f-fuck tsuki— mhh ! ”
the next hard thrust combined with a stinging explosion pushed you over the edge. you came hard, screaming into the pillow as your pussy gushed around his cock, walls spasming violently.
“shit, that’s it,” he groaned, fucking you through it. he didn’t stop. he kept pounding into your sensitive pussy, chasing his own high. his breathing got rougher, low grunts and curses spilling out as he used you.
“gonna fill this pussy up, fuck—”
with a few final brutal thrusts, he buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum flooded inside you. he kept grinding into you slowly, making sure you took every drop inside your spent pussy.
he finally pulled out and gave your ass one last hard slap with a tiny explosion for good measure. you twitched hard, whimpering. katsuki smirked, breathing heavy as he stared at the red handprints and faint explosion marks littering your ass.
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18+ MDNI, aged up!megumi, perv!megumi, established relationship, solo masturbation, panty kink.
abstract, fushiguro megumi was doing a perfectly fine job at being your boyfriend. normal, respectful, composed. unfortunately, his dreams, his shikigami, and one very cute missing pair had other plans.
꣑ৎ MEGUMI HAD ALWAYS THOUGHT HE WAS A DECENT PERSON :)
quiet, maybe. emotionally constipated, according to nobara, which felt rude but not entirely false. he was blunt when embarrassed, painfully calm when he didn’t know what to do with his feelings, and weirdly committed to pretending he didn’t care whenever you stole his hoodies, even though he kept leaving them in places you could easily find.
then he started dating you.
and apparently, dating you had reduced him to some sort of victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.
three months into the relationship, and megumi still acted like your touch needed a warning label. you could kiss his cheek outside the campus library and he would look away like he had just been caught committing tax fraud. you could lean against his side during movie night, warm and sleepy, and his whole body would go still for half a second before he remembered that boyfriends were, in fact, allowed to be held.
you thought it was cute.
megumi thought he needed professional help.
because it wasn’t just the soft things anymore. it was the way your shirt slipped off your shoulder when you stretched. the way your thighs pressed together when you sat on his bed. the way you looked after training, skin warm from the sun, hair messy, laughing with your water bottle pressed to your lips like you weren’t personally dragging his self-control behind a building.
he wanted to be normal about you. really, he did. you were his girlfriend, not some divine punishment sent to test whether his dignity could survive physical affection. you deserved a boyfriend who was calm, respectful, and not quietly combusting every time you hugged him a little too close.
megumi tried very hard to be that boyfriend.
unfortunately, wanting you had started eating through his self-control like a curse with expensive taste.
the dreams came first. vivid, feverish, humiliating things that left him waking up with a harsh gasp, his hips jerking up into the mattress to chase a ghost. your voice would linger near his ear. your skin would press flush against his. your mouth would be somewhere it shouldn’t be yet, sweet and needy and completely unfair. the details always blurred as reality crashed in, but the physical aftermath was painfully clear. he’d snap awake aching and rock hard, his chest heaving in the quiet dark, the front of his sleep pants ruined and uncomfortably sticky. he would just lie there, face burning into his pillow, before dragging himself out of bed to wash the evidence away, feeling like an absolute criminal by morning.
every time, it was you.
of course it was you.
you were his first serious girlfriend. the first person he actually wanted to be good for. the first person who made him think about things he immediately wanted to bury under concrete and never speak of again. maybe, hopefully, someday you would be his first in other ways too.
the thought alone made him shove his face into his pillow and silently consider becoming religious.
oh, he was so cooked.
the worst part started after evening training.
the campus field was still warm from the afternoon sun, grass damp beneath everyone’s shoes, the air filled with the sound of yuji complaining that nobara kept aiming for his head. you had dropped your gym bag near megumi’s by the benches, half-zipped because you never really closed anything properly, then wandered off to refill your water bottle.
megumi had summoned rabbit escape for control practice. nothing serious, just a few white rabbits scattering through the grass while yuji tried not to step on them and nobara accused him of weaponizing cuteness. one of the rabbits, smaller than the rest and apparently born with no morals, hopped toward your open bag.
megumi saw the flash of pink before anyone else did.
his body went very still.
the rabbit tugged something soft from the side pocket and sat there proudly, your panties caught between its little teeth like it had just won a prize.
megumi moved so fast he almost tripped.
he scooped the rabbit up, turned his back to the field, and pulled the fabric away before yuji could glance over. his heart was beating too hard for something that was, technically, laundry. just laundry. normal laundry. laundry that absolutely should have gone straight back into your bag like a normal boyfriend with a normal brain would do.
“don’t,” he whispered to the rabbit.
the rabbit blinked.
you called his name from across the field, smiling as you lifted your water bottle. “gumi, you okay?”
megumi panicked.
he shoved the fabric into the pocket of his track jacket.
“yeah,” he called back, voice flat enough to pass as normal if nobody looked too closely. “fine.”
just for now, he told himself. he would put it back later. when nobody was looking. when his pulse stopped acting like he had robbed a bank.
꣑ৎ DECENT PERSON, MY ASS.
that night the dorm room was too quiet. megumi sat on the edge of his bed with the lights off, only the faint glow from the campus path outside slipping through the blinds. the pink panties were still in his pocket. he hadn’t even taken his jacket off yet. his fingers brushed the soft fabric when he finally reached in, and the second he pulled them out his stomach flipped.
he should throw them back in the drawer. he should wash them. he should do anything except what he was about to do.
instead he leaned back against the pillows, breath already shaky, and unfolded the delicate pink material. the little bow caught on his thumb. the scent of you—warm skin, faint floral detergent, the ghost of your body—hit him so hard his cock twitched instantly in his sweats.
“fuck… i’m sorry,” he muttered, like you could hear him. like apologizing to the empty room would make this less pathetic.
he shoved his sweats and boxers down just enough, his cock springing free, already flushed and leaking. he wrapped the panties around his length slowly, the silky fabric cool against hot skin, and the first stroke pulled a quiet, broken sound from his throat. the little bow dragged under the head and his hips jerked up without permission.
megumi closed his eyes and let the thoughts flood in.
he imagined you in his lap, thighs spread over his, wearing nothing but that exact pair. the way you’d smile at him all teasing and fond when you felt how hard he was. the way you’d rock against him, grinding the soft fabric right against his cock while you kissed that spot under his jaw that always made him weak. your voice in his ear, low and sweet, calling him “gumi” like you knew exactly what you did to him.
his hand moved faster, twisting a little at the head, the soaked panties sliding obscenely over his shaft. pre-cum darkened the pink almost immediately. he pictured pushing the fabric aside, sliding his fingers through your slick folds instead, hearing that tiny gasp you made whenever he touched you somewhere new. he wanted to bury his face between your thighs and stay there until you were shaking. wanted to hear you moan his name while he finally pushed inside you, slow and careful and so fucking deep.
“shit— you’d feel so so hng g-good,” he whispered, voice hoarse. his strokes turned messy, desperate. the wet sound of fabric and skin filled the room and it only made him harder. “so warm… so tight… f-fuck, i want you so bad—”
the guilt twisted sharp in his chest, but it only made the heat worse. he was disgusting. he was a terrible boyfriend. and still, he couldn’t stop. he pressed the panties tighter in his fist, close enough to feel the soft fabric against his palm, imagining your hand instead, your mouth, the way you’d look up at him with that bright, wicked little smile while you took him apart.
his thighs tensed. his free hand fisted the sheets. when he felt himself getting close, some ridiculous, half-functioning part of his brain still had the nerve to panic.
not on them.
megumi jerked the fabric away at the last second like it was something precious, something he had no right to ruin, and buried his face into his forearm as the feeling hit him hard and sudden. his hips stuttered, breath breaking into a choked sound he barely managed to swallow, body trembling through every shaky wave until the room went quiet again.
for a long moment, he just lay there, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling like it might offer judgment. it didn’t, duh.
which was rude, honestly.
the pink panties were still clutched safely in his hand, untouched and soft, still carrying that faint trace of your perfume, your laundry soap, you. megumi looked at them through half-lidded eyes, flushed and ruined and still careful enough to fold them against his chest like that somehow made any of this less insane.
megumi, once again, told himself he would return it before this got any worse.
꣑ৎ JOKE’S ON YOU.
by the next afternoon, it had gotten worse.
not because of the drills, though they were annoying. not because yuji kept trying to turn sparring into a competition no one had agreed to. worse because you were sitting beside megumi on the bench, digging through your gym bag with a frown while he wrapped tape around his wrist and pretended the top drawer in his dorm didn’t exist.
“this is actually so annoying,” you said.
megumi kept his eyes on the tape. “what is?”
“my new pink pair is gone.” you pushed aside your towel, lip gloss, and spare shirt with growing offense. “i swear i put it in here after changing yesterday. it had a little bow and everything. very cute. now it’s missing.”
megumi’s fingers paused for one single heartbeat.
“maybe you left it in your room.”
“i checked.” you sighed like you had suffered a real tragedy. “twice. i think the campus laundry ghosts have chosen me.”
“sorry for your loss.”
“thank you. i’ll need snack compensation.”
“for underwear?”
“for emotional damage.”
he looked at you then, and you looked so genuinely annoyed that guilt twisted through him, sharp and hot. you weren’t suspicious. you weren’t accusing him. you were just talking to him the way you always did, dragging him into your little complaints because he was your boyfriend and that was supposed to mean something simple and safe.
megumi swallowed.
he would return it tonight.
probably.
training picked up again after that, saving him from having to speak. the two of you sparred under the sun until sweat slid down the side of his face and his black shirt stuck lightly to his back. you were quick today, playful, laughing whenever he dodged too easily and calling him a show-off when he pinned your wrist for half a second longer than necessary.
by the time you both stopped, megumi was warm, tired, and dangerously close to forgetting how to act normal.
he turned away and lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face.
the movement exposed his stomach.
you went quiet.
megumi lowered the fabric just enough to see you staring, eyes fixed on the lean lines of muscle along his abdomen and the sharp dip disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats. your expression changed slowly, surprise melting into something bright and wicked.
“wow, ’gumi,” you said, stepping closer. “i didn’t know you had nice abs.”
his whole body locked. “don’t say it like that.”
“like what?”
“like you’re enjoying this.”
“i am enjoying this.”
that should not have affected him as much as it did.
you reached for him before he could escape, fingertips brushing the exposed skin near his ribs. megumi’s breath hitched so quietly he prayed you didn’t hear it. your touch slid lower, still teasing, still light, tracing the firm plane of his stomach until your fingers grazed the line near his hip.
his body betrayed him immediately.
megumi caught your wrist, quick but gentle, and shifted his hips back just enough to save what remained of his dignity. you blinked up at him, then smiled like you had just discovered something valuable and planned to become a menace about it.
“sensitive?” you asked.
“annoying,” he said, voice too low.
“you’re blushing.”
“it’s hot outside.”
“mhm.” your eyes flicked down for half a second. “sure.”
he was going to die on this field.
then yuji’s voice cut through the air like divine punishment. “are you two flirting or are we training?”
megumi let go of your wrist so fast it was embarrassing.
you only laughed, bright and shameless, before stepping back like you hadn’t just put him through five stages of grief in public. nobara, of course, saw enough to make her grin sharp.
“they’re flirting,” she said. “badly, but still.”
“we’re training,” megumi muttered.
“sure,” you said, attempting to tease him. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”
it did not help him sleep at night.
꣑ৎ SPICE UP UR LIFE, COME GET A FREAK LIKE ME(GUMI)...
later that day, after practice ended, megumi returned to his dorm alone and opened the top drawer. he stared at the folded pink fabric tucked beneath one of his shirts. outside his window, campus lights glowed soft and yellow. on his desk, his phone buzzed.
y/n: still mourning the pink pair </3
y/n: she was cute, she was soft, she was taken too soon ☹
y/n: snack compensation tomorrow? ✌︎㋡
megumi stared at the message until the corner of his mouth twitched despite himself.
then he looked at the drawer again. “i’m a terrible person,” he muttered.
from the corner of the room, one of the rabbits twitched its nose like it agreed.
he should have shut the drawer. he really should have.
instead, megumi opened it again, slow enough that the wood barely made a sound. the pink fabric sat folded beneath one of his shirts, soft and damning, carrying the faintest trace of your scent. his fingers curled around it before he could talk himself out of it, and for one shameful second, he pressed the fabric directly over his nose and mouth. his eyes fell shut as he dragged in a long desperate breath.
your scent—warm, sweet, and intoxicatingly familiar—flooded his lungs, pulling a low, ragged groan from the back of his throat. his knuckles turned white as his grip tightened.
oh, he was disgusting.
worse than that, he was hopeless.
because for all his restraint, all his discipline, all his quiet little attempts to be the perfect boyfriend you deserved, fushiguro megumi had one serious problem.
you were the seventh member of katseye until a forced hiatus pulled you away from the group. deep down, you knew it was never really a hiatus—you weren't coming back. so after a while, when moving houses, your old members went through some of your stuff, finding 6 letters at the top of your closet.
﹒ . tags + warnings! ◞౿
ot6 x fem!reader 7th member!reader written about each one individually, but reader was in love with them all reader is megan's age tiny age gap between some angst? this is not proofread at all
PS I STILL LOVE YOU
sophia entered your old room, the one you had left abandoned a month or two ago. sophia wasn’t really sure. time moved so weirdly when you weren’t there. you had kept her grounded, keeping an eye on her while she kept an eye on others. the longer you were gone, the more sophia realised how much she needed you back.
sophia opened a few drawers, gathering your stuff into boxes; they were finally moving, moving away from the place they had spent most of their gnarly and debut days. it was nice that they were getting their own places, she meant, but some part of her would miss this. miss the way you and megan yelled at each other across the dorm when you couldn’t find your charger. miss the way you and manon would take turns trying to bake something which ended in a mess, but sophia couldn’t lie, you made the best cookies when you worked together.
she dusted the top of your nightstand, taking the lamp she had made fun of you for the day you brought it out. it was so stupid that she found it sweet, a little monkey whose eyes lit up when the alarm went off. a few books that you had to read during high school and still kept sitting in your bookshelf.
once most of the stuff in the room was collected, she opened your closet. a few of your clothes were still hanging there. taking the two hoodies, the jacket and your t-shirts, folding them and placed them on the mattress behind her.
when she was about to close the closet, her eye caught a sight of a small box in the left top corner. getting on the tip of her tippy toes, she reached up, fingers tightening around the box before finally pulling it out.
it was a very basic box, no writing, no nothing. just plain brown, the type you could get at the local store for 15p.
sophia knew she shouldn’t. it would be snooping. but a little peek wouldn’t hurt, right? you were best friends. the whole group were and what could you possibly hide that could be so bad?
sophia took the lid, slowly picking it off the top of the container. when it was finally revealed what was in the box, she was caught by surprise, her fingers trembling as she placed the lid on the ground.
six neat envelopes sat in the box, each in a specific colour.
picking up the first envelope, a blue one at that, she turned it over in confusion. on the back of it, in small cursive was written…
for daniela
sophia’s first instinct wasn’t positive, her heart hammering in her chest as panic rose. hoping these weren’t letters for what she thought they were…
she wasn’t going to snoop at the girl's letters, so she dug and dug, till she finally got to a purple envelope, turning it around and seeing her name, she ripped it open.
sophia sat on the floor for an hour. a whole hour. rereading every word on that page with tears filling her eyes every time she reread it. she had been wrong to worry; there had been no point in the panic, but somehow this letter hurt more.
after some point, sophia was snapped out of her daze when she heard someone knock on the door before megan entered.
“hey, soph, you’ve been gone for a while. are you okay?” megan’s voice drifted away when she saw the state of sophia, rushing to her, dropping next to her on the ground and wrapping her arms around her.
“soph? sophia? what’s wrong?”
sophia shook her head, composing herself before answering with a shaky voice.
“all of you should read these.”
sophia had given all of the girls their letter, leaving them in privacy. she didn’t explain much, but when sophia said the words “y/n wrote these for us,” the girls didn’t question her anymore, opening their letters in seconds.
lara’s pov
lara opened her envelope; she had never seen sophia so… sad? surprised? the only thing circling lara's mind was whether sophia was okay... and what could've possibly been written in her letter to leave her looking so utterly devastated.
so lara swallowed the knot in her throat, unfolded the paper, beginning to read.
dear lara
there’s a lot i can say to you, but i know that doesn’t really explain anything, does it? you were my first friend in dream academy. and funny enough, my first kiss too. i know, i know. you probably don’t remember, and i also kind of lied to you and said that it wasn’t, but it was.
i think you were the first girl i ever fell in love with; scratch that, you were the first person i fell in love with. i know i was young, stupid and sixteen when this happened, but god. i really wanted us to be something? you know?
i don’t want this next part to make you blame yourself, but at some point i realised that you’ll never love me the same way i loved you. i overheard you the next day. talking about how i was just your friend. a little part of me broke, but i still hoped. hoped even a little.
of course all hope died when i saw you with her.
your new girl was my clone, lara.
well, no one actually knew if you guys had something, but i saw it. i had paid a lot of attention to you then. i remember all the stupid shit i used to like on social media, the sad “i see the way she looks at you” tiktoks.
and a part of me hated her. hated you.
for the way i felt, for how much it hurt to see you love a girl who was everything i was and could’ve been for you.
i really do love you lara, a little differently now maybe, but i was so unapologetically in love with you. and if the chance came, i could fall in love with you all over again.
ps i still have that shirt you gave me the night you first kissed me. it’s the first picture on my instagram. i thought you’d catch the hint with the song, but i was too hopeful.
with love, your y/n.
daniela’s pov
the letter sat on the bed, untouched.
daniela stared at it as if it was going to bite her if she tried to open it. maybe she should just ignore it? pretend she had read it and just hide it deep in piles of her stuff? or maybe put it back where she got it from? it was your privacy after all…
before she could doubt herself again, daniela reached over and opened the letter in a swift motion, the paper almost cutting her with how quickly she had done it.
my dani,
this is kind of ironic, you know? i kind of hated you when we first met, but as two or more years have passed i started to realise that my jealousy came from wanting to be with you. not wanting to be you.
you were such an inspiration for so long that i don’t even know when my perspective shifted, but i know the exact moment i realised i was in love with you.
it was a wednesday, we had just come home from practice, and everyone was tired, but you wanted ice cream so badly and dragged me with you.
it was the first time you let me drive your car. and you knew i couldn’t drive.
you didn’t let anyone drive, not even megan who was a great driver, but you let me. tired and without a license. you let me drive.
you didn’t even get mad at me when we kept stalling in that parking lot, you just kept giggling and eating your ice cream. trying to feed me it time to time before telling me off, sarcastically telling me to pay attention to the busy streets.
i remember coming back to the dorm that night, sophia had scolded us that we would wake the whole house up with our laughter. we fell asleep on the couch that night, when i had woken up, you had wrapped your arms around me so tightly i could barley get away. but when i did, you mumbled a soft, “come back, it’s too early,” and i melted so quickly.
and i know i should never give into social media, but that night i opened tiktok and searched up to see if there had been any edits of us. i almost laughed at how pathetic i looked, longing into the back of your head in interviews. and when you looked back at me, with that spark in your eyes that you don’t show a lot, a bit of hope came over me.
could you actually like me back?
until i opened the comment section.
it was all about how if you hadn’t been straight, we’d make such a good couple. and that brought me back to reality. i couldn’t love you in hopes of you loving me back. it was never going to happen. but god, sometimes i looked at you, looked at that douchebag boyfriend of yours that didn’t think one girl was enough, that you recently got, and wondered, if you knew that my eyes could’ve loved you for a lifetime?
i remember you mentioning that something you hold special is someone learning your language.
te amaré por siempre, aunque sé que nunca podrás amarme de la misma manera, daniela. (i'll love you forever, even though i know you'll never be able to love me the same way, daniela)
yours, y/n.
megan’s pov
megan’s phone buzzed with a notification from snapchat, thank god for it because it had finally brought her back to reality, which she was in. or more like the messy room she was currently sitting in, clothes on the floor.
but the only thought in her mind was what sophia had given her, megan took a few deep breaths before she tried to read whatever was written on the paper.
damn you for writing in cursive.
the spiderman to my gwen,
when they speak of high school sweethearts, i’d like to imagine it could’ve been us. well we were never in the same high school nor were we lovers, but hey? we definitely played the part.
do you still remember when i took you to my prom? i didn’t have a date, and you stepped up and decided to take me, only for us to win those stupid titles of prom queen and king.
you didn’t even go to that school.
we had spent the whole night dancing, drinking that stupid spiked punch and running around the halls of my school because, for some reason, i just had to show you where my science class was. (in my defence, it was my first time drinking).
i still don’t remember how we managed to find ourselves on the football field lying right in the middle. my dress stained with the grass patches. we were giggling as if the sky was the funniest thing in the world.
you had turned to me while laughing, adding to the joke, before a guard caught us on the field and we had to run away. we hid under the bleachers for like an hour, i still remember how tight you held me. i wonder if you were scared to let go? even for a moment.
it was so dark; we didn’t even speak.
but the only thing going through my mind was how badly i wanted to kiss you, and we got so close, so close to it.
i remember your corsage digging in the side of my shoulder, the matching colours shining in the moonlight. and when i finally got the courage to show a sign that i liked you, you pulled away.
sitting down on the ground and giggling because you had no clue what was racing through my mind; all you were thinking of was how we managed to sneak past a guard. it’s still your favourite story to tell in interviews when our friendship is brought up, which makes this hurt even more.
it’s selfish of me to say this, but god, there’s nothing more that i wanted than to ruin our friendship in that exact moment. because now all i will remember from my prom night will be regret, because i didn’t try, or maybe you just didn’t know.
maybe i just hoped you would kiss me.
but if you ever get into a situation like we did megan, please, ruin the friendship. do what i never had the courage to.
manon’s pov
manon didn't understand why the letter felt so heavy in her hands; it’s not like it was any important?
right?
probably diary entries that you just kept; you had been very tidy; she gathered that from the time she had spent rooming with you. this letter was going to be no big deal. so manon swallowed hard and broke the seal of the envelope, hoping for the best.
dear manon,
our situation was complicated. i knew it was wrong for me to feel this way towards you, given our little age gap, but i couldn’t help myself. i think a part of you knew that i had a tiny crush on you.
i think what doomed us from the start was the pet names you gave me, and what hurt the most was that you never said them around anyone else. and you never said them when you were fully awake either.
we were roommates, and my heart always clenched when you whispered out a “can you pass me the water, baby?” and then went out to call me “kid” in interviews. it was a weird dynamic; you pushed, you pulled. and i followed. like a lost dog just wanting your attention because anything you gave me was enough, and i wanted anything i could get.
the first time that comes to mind when asked when i realised i was in love with you would be how disappointed you were when you found me drunk in our room after i had come back from a gathering with my old high school friends.
you had scolded me, told me that it was irresponsible. that i was just a kid. you didn’t want to raise your voice, but i knew you were hurt by my actions.
i was stupid, of course, so i yelled at you to stop calling me a “kid” i started mumbling incoherent sentences that you had no clue about until i broke down crying in your arms. i wanted you to see me as someone grown, just so you could love me. so you would call me “baby” without the need to call me a kid too.
i knew it was doomed, but the way you held me that night… i never wanted that to end. manon, i love you so much. so much that i ruined my perfectly polished rule to never cry in front of anyone.
you just wanted to protect me, i understand it now. but god, i am such a mess for you.
yoonchae’s pov
yoonchae’s room was awfully quiet, the only sound coming from the fan above her head, which was spinning at a rapid speed. blowing a few strands of hair in front of her face.
she didn’t dare to open the envelope for the first five minutes before her fingers subconsciously started ripping the paper. bringing the letter out.
hey chae,
you have always been my number one fan. ever since you came to that one charity match they made me play in for some reason, everyone else wore their katseye jerseys, but you… you wore mine. you had even made posters. it’s so funny because you knew i couldn’t play soccer. i was terrible at it, but you were still the first to yell my name and cheer for me.
we had won that day; no help from me, but before i could even notice the trophy, you were running towards me. which was weird because you hated physical affection, but that was the first time you initiated it with me.
you wrapped your arms around my shoulders even if i was sweaty and all covered in mud.
i remember i ate dirt that game, split my knees open, and you took care of me. cleaned up the wounds as i struggled to stifle my groans from the pain. you even called me a “big baby” for not being able to hold the pain.
which resulted in me trying to argue back before you poured more disinfectant all over my knee, making me cry out.
i still remember all the ship edits; it was so unbelievable, but is it bad to admit i liked some of them?
i noticed that your recent photo dump had a picture of you in my clothes that i know for a fact i didn’t give you, and you were reading the book from my nightstand. you thief.
it was so silly, so pure, but i am so in love with everything that you do. especially when you do it for me.
i’m so in love with you, yoonchae. thank you for always showing up.
sophia’s pov
to the one i will never forget,
it’s crazy to admit it, but this is the last letter i’m writing, and i think it’s because i was in love with you the most. it’s never fun to be in love with your best friend, isn’t it? i know you’re our leader, my leader, but i think that’s one of the qualities that made me fall in love with you.
how much you wanted to protect us.
protect me.
i think the biggest shock in the industry i had experienced was how ready you were to fight that guy who wouldn’t leave me alone. or how easy you dropped your walls around me. so can you really blame me for not wanting to look at anyone else or even think of them when i had the most perfect person ready to show their true self to me. to trust me?
you always chose to sit beside me, always let me pick first, answer first, took me out when i was losing my mind, drove around with me at night and even let me pick the music. and you never got mad at me. sometimes at the others, but never at me.
how you always knew to swipe your thumb across my knuckles during an interview because you knew it grounded me. how we got those impulsive matching tattoos next to our hearts that no one knows about.
you might have done it with me as a best friend. but i did it with you as my lover. as the love of my life. i know it’s ironic to say, given the other letters i’ve written, but it’s brighter with you.
i am so in love with every part of you sophia, how you always manage to cook the dishes my mum cooked me when i missed home or how you lost that one hour of sleep because you knew i couldn’t go to practise hungry.
how you always warmed me up after rehearsals because it was cold in the studio after we were done.
if that’s what you did for just your best friend, i’m jealous of what you’ll do for your husband. unfortunately, i can’t be the person you fall in love with.
maybe in another universe we were what i always wanted us to be.
and for the rest of my life, i’ll dedicate all of the love songs to you.
the girls gathered in the kitchen that night. the room was silent; no one dared to speak first. after ten minutes or even more of just forks clicking against dinner plates, lara spoke,
“did any one of you know?”
each girl shook their head no; lara nodded along. “and i’m guessing we all decided to call her?”
megan looked up from her plate, playing with her fork. “left her 15 voice messages.”
manon puffed out a breath she was holding. “she’s not coming back from the hiatus? is she?”
no one dared to speak. because they knew the truth. you were gone, and you took the love with you, leaving six girls with their hearts ripped out.
because even if you had doubted every moment with them, that it was all platonic in their eyes, they had been waiting for you to take the first step all along.
if only you knew that your love had always been shared.
the girls continued to sit in silence before everyone’s phone dinged with a notification.
@y/n.l/n has sent you a message
a/n: oooo shiiiii... anyone catch how many taylor references there are in this story?
pairing: g!p daniela avanzini x latina!female reader
warnings: smut, p in v, breeding, unprotected sex, degrading, choking, pussy slapping, aftercare
a/n: everyone cross your fingers for paraguay 🤞🏻
Snacks decorated the coffee table, decorations hung all over the house, the kitchen a madden mess of food on fancy little trays. The girls scattered throughout the living room—Yoonchae and Manon hanging off the bean bag chairs, Megan playing her Nintendo switch on the rocking chair, Lara spread out on the floor with your dog in her lap, Sophia sat on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest.
And Daniela was pacing, already, behind the couch, eyes glued to the screen as the intense match already started. Her jersey bagged over the jeans sagging on her hips, the bright red and white colors catching the sunlight peaking through the blinds.
You approached her, beer bottle in hand and going it to your girlfriend. “How is it so far?”
“Intense.” She mumbled, teeth clenched. You see her shoulders tensed up completely.
“Do you think they’ll win?”
She sighed. “I don’t even know. Maybe? I hope so.”
You rubbed her back, handing her a plate of food. “Well, you’ll cheer best on a full stomach. Eat up, babe, let me know if you want anything else.”
France’s passes, each skillful in their own way, tensed Daniela’s body up even more. Her hands grabbed onto the back of the couch, leaning over as she watched intensely. It’s only the first half, she’s eaten through two plates of food out of pure stress and chugged a beer plus the two waters you gave her already.
You kissed her cheek, approaching with a soft smile. “Hey, baby. Need anything else?”
“No.” She brushed you off with a grunt, paused, and slowly wrapped her arm around your shoulders to pull you against her chest. “I’m already stressed, and it barely started.”
You chuckled a little, hands cupping her face to gently run your thumbs along her cheeks. “It’s okay. It means a lot to you. Nothing wrong with that, mi amor.”
For the first time, she cracked a small smile and kissed your forehead. “Thank you, hermosa. One more water would be great actually.”
The clock ticked on and on. No matter how much Daniela tried to calm down, or your efforts to help, it didn’t quite work. The roaring cheers from fans only added to the pressure she felt in her chest.
The rest of the girls paid no mind, it didn’t matter much to them, they were here for the good time and free food. You watched from afar how happy they were, and how tense Daniela is. The contrasted difference sparked an idea in your head.
The save from Orlando Gill made her let out a sigh of relief. But she was stiff as a board. You approached, quieter, arms wrapping around her waist from behind.
“Amor.” She warned, low and softly at first, eyes darting across the screen. “I’m focused.”
“I know.” You whispered. Your hand wandered and found its way to the crotch of her jeans, dipping in with easy. Daniela’s hips bucked at the sudden movement. She managed to turn away from the game, eyes filled with fury and frustration.
“What the fuck?” She hissed. She looked at the girls, back at you, then grabbed your arm and dragged you to the bathroom. She shut the door, locking it behind, and pushed you against it. “Why are you fucking with me, huh, baby? I’m busy with the game. Did you just want attention like the whore you are?”
“Maybe…” You smirked.
Daniela spit on her hand. “You’ve got it now.” She shoved her hand down your pants, through the lace panties you wore, and cupped your pussy—it already happened to be soaking wet. You moaned loudly. Her free hand reached up and pressed her fingers around your throat.
“Shut up.” She whispered softly, eyes burning with lust now. “This okay? Want me to stop?”
“No.” You whimpered, head tilted back against the door.
“Good.” She kissed your cheek, and slowly pushed two fingers inside you. You moaned loudly again, she tightened her grip around your neck. “You need to be quiet, mama. Or I will stop right now and leave you alone, dripping wet for me.”
You nodded and squeezed your eyes shut. She worked you from the inside out with her fingers pounding relentlessly, adding a third for good measure, curling them just the way she knows you like. You came quickly, coating her entire hand. You felt like you were going to need a new pair of pants.
Daniela pulls her hand out, licking it clean. You shivered at the forceful eye contact she made with her hand now holding your jaw. You bit your bottom lip as she unbuttoned her pants, sliding them down to her ankles. She glanced down at yours then back up—a silent demand to take them off.
And you obeyed, quickly. They were hung around your ankles in a matter of seconds. She grabbed you from the door, turning you around and bending you over the sink. She pressed her lips against your ear, you could feel her warm breath go down your neck. “Be a good girl and stay quiet.”
She guided her tip, an angry red color to it from how worked up she was, and slapped it against your pussy, hearing the wet noise it made. Daniela groaned, biting down on your shoulder as she pushed herself inside slowly. The stretch burned, but in a familiar way that you learned to get used to.
It took exactly 12 seconds for Daniela to transition from slow to fast, and she did so effortlessly. Her cock pounded into you, hitting spots you didn’t know existed but felt so good. She gripped your bare hips, bringing you back each time to maximize the pleasure. Your wetness formed a ring around her cock, squelching sounds filling the bathroom.
You bit down on your hand to keep yourself quiet, eyes rolling back into your head. Daniela’s already out of breath. “Fucking slut.” She cursed lowly, a low growl escaping her lips. “Doing all this just to get all dumb on my cock. Distracting me from my game. For your sake, you better hope France didn’t score.”
You let out broken whimpers and whines, containing the volume the best you can. You almost broke down the moment Daniela came inside you—warm cum filling you up and dripping down your inner thighs. Her sexy moans filled your ears, and that was honestly what pushed you over the edge.
With a high pitched cry, and Daniela’s hand covering your mouth, you came on her cock with gushing waves of wetness, a mixed mess piled on the floor now. Her thrusts slowed to a complete stop and she stayed inside for a long minute. She lifted her head from your chest and kissed your lips softly.
“Was that you helping my stress?” The small smile on you face said it all.
“It worked, didn’t it?” You hooked your arms around her neck.
Daniela huffed a laugh, shaking her head slightly. “You always know what I need, mami.”
“Let’s clean up and go back out there. Your team needs your support.”
CONTENT WARNINGS: angst & smut, anal, creampie, unprotected sex, cheating, blowjob, pussy eating, fingering, drug usage: poppers, dry humping, doggystyle, readers bf calls during sex, y'all both ain't shit, r has a boyfriend BUT you cheat on him with dani!!! woooo!!!!
SYNOPSIS: You know you shouldn't miss Daniela, the both of you are in relationships, after all. But you just can’t help yourself.
WORD COUNT: 2,654
A/N: HELLO GOATSSS!!!! Igot stickers for my world cup album!!ALSO MEXICO WIN 3-0!! !!also I HEARD THIS SONG LIVE DONT PLAY
You hated Daniela.
You hated how she treated you.
You hated everything about her.
But at the same time, you missed her, so bad. Despite how shitty she acted towards you. It didn’t exactly make sense, how could you miss a cheating, manipulative liar?
You knew how wrong it was, you had gotten with someone else, after all. Something to ease the sting and get over her. You knew you shouldn’t be missing her. But maybe texting her once won't hurt, right?
Your thumbs hover above your phone screen, biting your lip and thinking about what you want to say. Daniela would probably just leave you on seen and never respond back, but it was worth a shot.
You type something out, nervousness building up inside you.
“daniela”
“can we talk”
And what seems like almost an instant, she responds.
“what the fuck do you want”
You weren’t expecting that at all. You were glad she responded, but not in the way you exactly wanted her to.
“i still miss you dani, i don’t know what to do without you. can we please work something out.”
The second you hit send, you let out a sigh of relief. You look back down at your phone, watching those three little dots move as she types.
“what the fuck”
“i have a whole girlfriend, y/n.”
“didn’t you get back with your asshole of an ex boyfriend anyways?”
A wave of resentment washes over you, gritting your teeth. Girlfriend?
“daniela please. just this once?”
You whine to yourself, your back laying against your headboard.
“fine. your house or mine?”
That little feeling of jealousy goes away immediately, being replaced with a feeling of release, comfort almost.
“how about yours? is 9:00 fine for you? my boyfriend’s out with his friends.”
After that text, she just leaves you on seen, which you assume is a yes. Typical Daniela. You decide to wash up before she comes over, wanting to look perfect, to look way better than that goddamn girlfriend she has.
Once you get out the shower, you put on the most revealing clothes you have; a pair of tiny shorts and a baby tee. You knew it was enough to make her fold, that's the exact reason you wore it.
You put on your socks, the soft fabric warming up your feet. The time was inching closer and closer to 9:00. You looked out the window, up at the night sky.
It had been about a month since you last saw Daniela, after a horrid breakup ending in you getting back with your ex boyfriend literally the day after.
You liked to think most of it was Daniela’s fault, but you knew well it was yours. Sure, Daniela was a liar, narcissistic piece of shit. But you were worse, somewhat.
The two of you would argue, and argue, and argue. It would always be about stupid shit too, like your jealousy getting the better of you the second you saw a girl's name in her contacts.
Despite all that arguing and fighting. You loved each other, deeply.
Until you found her.
With her arm around another girl's waist.
You didn’t want to believe it at first. You just wanted to believe it was one of her family members. But the more you looked at it, it was obvious to you.
You weren’t hers anymore.
The thought of a whole entire relationship being thrown away like nothing just because of a single photo made you want to rip your hair out.
That's the thing that irked you the most, three years of your life being wasted just because Daniela found a new someone.
Someone that she called hers.
Someone that wasn’t you.
You hear a knock on your door, and you know exactly who it is. You walk down your stairs, putting on your slippers and opening the door. Daniela stands there, her phone in hand.
“Hi.” Her voice sounds emotionless, not even a smile on her face. “Hi, Dani.” You stutter, your heart pounding. You look up at her, a little pout on your face.
“Well, come on then. It's too fuckin’ late for this.” She reaches her hand out, waiting for you to take it. You do, the warmth of her skin makes you blush.
Daniela walks you to her red Mustang, opening the passenger door for you. You relax your body, the leather car seats colliding with your skin. She hops in the driver's seat, running a hand through her curls.
“So.. what do you want?” She looks at you, a stern look on her face. “Just missed you, that's all.” You lower your voice as you talk, looking down at your thighs.
“Yeah? Your dumbass cuck boyfriend isn’t enough for you?” You know she's teasing, but those words make you regret even texting her in the first place.
“Daniela, please. Don’t talk about him like that, he's way better and supportive than you could ever be.”
“Then go be with him then. How about I drop you off right here, in the middle of nowhere.” At this point, you didn’t even know if she was joking around or not.
“Wait! This isn’t fair at all.”
She chuckles, her foot pressing on the gas as she continues driving. “Just playing around with you.”
You look at the window as Daniela rambles about random shit you don't even really care about, instead thinking about all those sweet little times you had with her.
The two of you arrive at her house, the outside looking like how it always had. Daniela gets out the car, opening the passenger door for you. You walk out, clinging to her side like a desperate little puppy.
She opens the front door to her house, letting you go in first as she walks behind you.
“Hey.” Daniela calls out behind you, her voice low and raspy.
“Yeah?” You look behind you, facing her.
“You look beautiful tonight.”
At first, you don’t know how to respond.
You nod your head, smiling. “Thanks.”
The two of you walk upstairs to her room, the smell of wood and cinnamon fills your nose. You sit on her bed, the memories of her flooding your mind.
She sits beside you, a little closer than you thought she would be. You turn your head to face her, your bottom lip protruding out. “Whats wrong?” Her tone is full of mock sympathy.
“Just missed you.” You hum. “Really, huh?” Her hand rests on your thigh, caressing it. “Missed me so much you decided to sneak out with your ex and not tell your boyfriend where you’re going? Alright.”
You observe her movements, clenching your thighs together as she inches her hand up. “I mean, if I were in your shoes, I would definitely ditch my man for someone like me.”
She grabs your wrist, guiding your hand near her lap. “Mhm..” You don’t even know what she's saying anymore, you’re fixated on her bulge. “You poor little thing.. Been missing this, hm? Your boyfriend can’t even please you like how I do.”
Your breathing speeds up, making Daniela tease you even more. “Wanna ride me? Like those good ol’ times? Wanna feel my fat throbbing cock inside your tight little pussy?”
You squirm as you hear those words, your leg bouncing up and down on the floor. “Dani.. What about.. What about your girlfriend?” She scoffs, looking deep into your eyes.
“She can go fuck herself. You think I care about her right now? Tonight is all about us, mami.” Daniela winces in pleasure as your hand brushes over her clothed cock, bucking her hips up.
“Just like that, let yourself go.” She lets go of your wrist, a little red mark appearing. “So tell me. Your boyfriend knows how to fuck you like how I do?” Daniela tucks a stray hair behind your ear, chuckling.
“Not at all. I mean, he can’t even… reach..” You fail to finish your sentence, the print in her sweatpants making you go dumb.
“Use your words baby. What can’t he do again? Tell me.” Daniela watches as you struggle to even talk, a shit eating grin on her face.
“Can’t even reach my.. cervix..” You bite your lip, wrapping a hand around Daniela’s bulge. “Woah.. Handsy, are we? Such a good girl.” She pushes your hand off, looking at you.
“Sit on my lap, baby, that bed must be so uncomfortable for your perfect ass.” She wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to her and then pulling you on her lap. “There you go. Attagirl.”
You grind back and forth on her bulge, your panties soaking through your shorts. The way your little shorts cling onto your ass makes your curves really show.
“Dani.. close..” She slaps your ass, her hand gripping your skin. “Yeah? You’re close already? Haven’t even started yet.” She bucks her hips up, whispering sweet little nothings in your ear.
“God, you don’t even know how hard I am right now.” She grabs both your arms with one hand, holding them behind your back as she grinds her hips under you.
Suddenly, she pushes you off, sitting you down on the mattress. “Let me eat your pussy, let me taste you.” She gets on her kneels, spreading your legs and pulling down your shorts.
“Damn.. You’re wet as fuck.” Daniela pulls down your panties, admiring your arousal. She leaves kisses all over your inner thigh, before instinctively leaving a little kiss on your clit.
You squeeze her head with your thighs, not wanting to let go of her at all. “Fuck, Dani..! Missed this tongue of yours.” Her tongue runs up and down your clit, sucking and lapping at your entrance.
“Cum for me, baby.” The sound of her muffled voice makes you lose all control. You reach your climax, hands instantly gripping her hair. She pulls away, her chin dripping in slick.
“You taste amazing, so so amazing.” She stands back up, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, your eyes shutting in pleasure.
She pulls away, her hand trailing down to your aching hole. Daniela sticks her index finger in, then her middle finger. She pumps her fingers in and out, going faster by the minute.
“So much better than my girlfriend.. ‘Should’ve never cheated on this beauty.” Her praise gets you even wetter, if that's even possible.
“Faster..” You plead, your back slightly lifting off the bed. Daniela obeys, her fingers moving in and out of you faster than she ever has before.
Suddenly she pulls them out, bringing them up to her mouth and licking off your slick. “Why’d.. Why’d you take them out?” You pout, looking up at her.
“Shut up.” She pulls down her sweatpants and boxers, her fat cock springing out. Daniela moves closer to your face, slapping her length across your cheek. “Suck my cock, baby.”
You open your mouth, taking her in. “Fuuuuck.. That little mouth of yours is perfect.” Daniela patted your cheek, drool dripping down your chin.
“Gonna cum inside.. Wanna swallow my kids?” She sped up, holding the back of your head for support. You nodded, her cock throbbing in your mouth.
Cum spurted out of her cock, painting the inside of your mouth white. You swallow it all, sticking out your tongue to show her. “Damn.. You take that shit like a pro.”
Daniela pulls her cock out, slapping it on your nose. “Turn around for me, yeah? Wanna fuck you doggy.” You move to the center of the bed, getting on all fours.
She kneels behind you, spitting on her cock and rubbing it all over her shaft. Her tip is aligned with your pussy, a hand resting on your ass as she sinks her cock inside you.
“Tight as always.. ‘Missed this shit so much.” Daniela rams into you, slapping your ass with every thrust. You lay your head down on a pillow, arching your back.
“Daniiii..” You moan out her name, gripping the bedsheets as she continues her abuse on your hole. She goes even faster, her pelvis smacking against your ass.
“Such a good little slut. Taking my cock so well. It's like you’re made for this.” Daniela groans out, one hand grabbing your ass while the other is tugging on the hem of your shirt.
“Gonna fucking cum in your pussy. Wanna see you full of my kids, your pregnant swollen belly being my doing. That dumbass man of yours isn’t shit compared to me.”
With one last thrust, she dumps out her load inside your gaping pussy, her breath heavy and uneven. She pulls out, her cum oozing out of you.
After a little moment of silence, she pulls out something from the drawer. “Poppers? Wanna fuck that tight ass of yours next, ‘watch that shit bounce on my dick.” You immediately agree, biting your lip.
Daniela brings the little bottle to your nose, taking it back once you breathe in. You feel a rush of euphoria wash over you, uncontrollable moans leaving your mouth.
She sticks her dick inside your ass, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. “‘More.. Please.” Your words sound slurred, like you’re drunk off her cock.
“Damn.. Your ass fits my cock perfectly with this. Too bad your boyfriend gets to have this every night instead of me.” Suddenly, you hear a ring from your phone. Daniela picks it up, checking who it is.
“Speak of the devil.” She brings your phone to your face. It's your boyfriend. “Shit.. Uh.. I’ll answer.” You press the green answer button, being greeted with his soft voice.
“Hi, baby! I’ll be home in a couple of minutes, just went to get some drinks with the guys.”
God. He sounded even stupider on the phone. “Yeah.. Okay..” You can hear Daniela laugh in the background as she continues demolishing your hole.
“Is someone with you? I swear I can hear something in the back. You with one of your friends?”
Daniela slows down, snatching the phone out of your hand.
“Fuck off, bro. Im fucking your bitches ass right now. She love’ that shit.”
And Daniela being Daniela. She gives him a free show, turning on FaceTime and showing her fucking your ass.
“Bet you can’t fuck her like this, pussy ass bitch.”
You moan uncontrollably, your body twitching. “Danidanidanidani.. Cum inside me..” Daniela thrusts even faster, slapping your ass. “Tell him that I fuck you better than him. Tell him who you really belong to.”
“Fuck.. I belong to you, D-Daniela.. You fuck me so much better than him..” You whine, your brain becoming straight up mush.
“Damn, bro! You hear that? That’s craaazy.”
Daniela nuts inside you, moaning and biting her lip.
“Already nutted in her pussy, now in her ass, bro. She ain’t coming back after this.”
She hangs up, throwing your phone somewhere on the bed. Daniela pulls her cock out, her length softening. She pulls up her sweats and boxers, helping you get dressed as well.
She takes out a pair of sweatpants from her closet, bringing it to you. “Put these on.” You change in front of her, now wearing her pants. She helps you sit up, lying down next to you.
“You alright?” Daniela asks, her features softening. You nod, along with a little “mhm”.
“Listen.. I.. Uh.. I’ve missed you too, more than I'd like to admit.” She looks at you, then she looks down. “But Daniela, you have a whole girlfriend. What about her?”
“Fuck her. I’ll dump that bitch out on the streets for you, mi amor. Only if you kick that loser ass guy out too. Deal?”
“Alright, fine.”
She smiles, lying down and pulling you on top of her. You lay your head down on her chest, breathing in her scent as she plays with your hair.
a kento nanami fanfiction where he shows you what love is after you got ghosted by your talking stage [from this ask] wc 1.6k
kento nanami x f!reader
ⵌ another request 🤭 took inspiration from my talking stage too for this (he ghosted me too btw) ANYWAYS nanami art from @/chu-cho on tumblr!
after years being single, you finally have a talking stage. well, still not a boyfriend, but you've gone on a date. that.. counts for something, right?
you met this guy through your friend, who swore that the two of you would totally get along. you did get along, pretty well actually.
the first date was a blast. the conversation flowed naturally it didn't feel like the first meeting. he laughed at your dumb jokes, flirted with you effortlessly, and somehow hours passed without either of you noticing.
on the way home, he asked you if you'd like to go on a second date. you, of course, agreed to that.
"Yeah," you said too quickly.
He laughed. "That's a quick answer."
"Was i supposed to make you wait?"
"Not at all."
the smile that settled on his face stayed there for the rest of the drive.
by the time he dropped you off, you practically skipped back to your apartment with a smile plastered on your face, already imagining how the second date would go. maybe he'd take you to somewhere new? or maybe you'd hold his hand? or even kiss him?!
but the fantasy slowly dissolved, day by day.
his replies came a little later than usual. at first, you brushed it off. he's probably just busy, you thought. but then they got shorter. no more good morning text, no more asking about how your day goes.
soon, he was barely active. your messages sat unread for hours, sometimes days.
your excitement had turned into waiting. for a reply. for an explanation. for the second date that never came.
"Do you think i did something wrong to him?" the question slipped out quietly.
Nanami's brows furrowed, looking up from his coffee. "...No," he said simply. "Who are we talking about exactly?"
you let out an exaggerated groan, sinking further on his couch. "My talking stage."
"The one your friend introduced you to?"
you nodded.
"What about him?"
"He asked me on a second date," you said, throwing your hands up in disbelief. "And then he freakin' ghosted me! Can you believe that?!"
Nanami went silent, but the grip on his coffee mug tightened ever so slightly.
"And you know what's embarrassing?" you sighed. "I actually got excited, i was looking forward to seeing him again."
Nanami looked at you for a long moment. "Anyone would."
"Would what?"
"Anyone would be excited after being asked on a second date." he looked away, his voice as even as ever. "There's nothing embarrassing about that."
you laughed bitterly. "Maybe this is the universe's way of telling me to give up on love."
Nanami's head snapped back to you. "Don't say that."
you shrugged, rolling your eyes. "Im being serious. Dating is not for me."
"You met one inconsiderate man."
"One is too much, Ken."
"Still not enough to decide the rest of your life," he said softly.
"Easy for you to say," you looked away.
he watched you quietly, not bothering to argue anymore. but somewhere in the back of his mind, he hoped one day you'd realize someone truly loved you.
. . . .
oh.
someone already did.
and it's him. he loved you, well still until now.
he noticed that you looked exhausted. not physically, but emotionally.
and Nanami hated that. so he made a decision. he wouldn't confess, no, not when you're still dealing with dissapointment someone else caused.
he would wait. and while he waited, he'd show you.
—
you were so, so oblivious. maybe you'd gotten used to Nanami's antics, but lately he'd been much sweeter than before.
like how he'd show up at your office, his blond hair and green-tinted glasses making him more easy to spot in the crowd.
he didn't even tell you beforehand that he'd be visiting. he just showed up out of nowhere while you were eating in the cafeteria.
"... Ken?" you blinked, caught off guard. "What are you doing here?"
"I was just passing by," he replied. "Figured i'd buy you some pastries."
he placed a rather large paper bag into your hands. you peeked inside the bag and found every single one of you favorite pastries, and it was from the bakery you've mentioned a lot of times to him.
"Oh, thanks," you said, still peeking inside of the bag. "You didn't have to go through all that trouble, though. The bakery's in the opposite direction."
Nanami only gave you a small shrug. "It wasn't much of a detour." he said. "Besides, i know you want to try their pastries."
"How did you know?" you tilted your head slightly, and it was so adorable that Nanami felt his heart skip a beat.
"You've mentioned it a lot."
"I did?"
"Mhm."
you frowned, trying to remember. "... Huh," for a moment, you genuinely couldn't recall ever bringing it up once. "Well, thanks, Ken," you smiled, lifting the bag slightly. "I'll give you a review later!"
not only that, he always kept his promises. every. single. one.
if he promised to pick you up after a late shift, he'd already be waiting outside before you even clocked out.
"I thought you were just bluffing!" you admitted, half-surprised.
Nanami raised an eyebrow. "Since when do i bluff?"
or when he promised to take you to the new café you'd been wanting to try, he'd show up at your apartment an hour early.
you opened the door, still in your pajamas and damp hair, only to find Nanami waiting outside.
"Ken?"
"Morning."
You glanced at the clock, then back at him. "We're leaving in an hour."
"I know," he nodded.
"And you're... here?"
"I don't want to be late," he said simply.
"You're an hour early."
"So that i'm not late when i picked you up."
You let out a small laugh. "Unbelievable," you said. "You better help me get ready then!"
he smiled, barely noticeable. "Of course, sweetheart." he muttered that last word.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing."
then came the day you finally realized Nanami was in love with you.
it was when you were hanging out at his apartment, sprawled on his couch, watching whatever was on TV.
during a commercial break, you got up to grab a cup of tea.
"Ken, you want anything?" you called from the kitchen.
"No, thank you."
you opened one of the cabinets and noticed something.
you grabbed a box of tea bags and looked over to him.
"Ken."
"Yeah?"
"Why do you have my favorite tea in your cabinet?"
Nanami looked over to you briefly. "I bought it a while ago," he said. "You drink it, so i thought i'd keep some around."
"Why?" you asked. "I only come over once in a while."
"Exactly," he replied. "It's there when you do."
you looked down at the unopened box of tea in your hands. then, the realization hits.
it wasn't just the tea.
there was your favorite blanket folded neatly over the armrest. your favorite snacks in his pantry, even though he never ate them. the slippers he bought just for you because you hated wearing his.
the pastries, every promises he'd kept, every tiny detail he'd remembered without you asking.
none of it had ever been random.
you slowly lifted your gaze from the box to Nanami.
he was still sitting on the couch, eyes fixed on the television as though nothing had happened.
your heart skipped.
you'd been so caught up in your dissapointment over your talking stage that you never stopped to notice that Nanami was in love with you.
you let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh, pressing a hand to your forehead.
"I'm such an idiot."
Nanami looked away from the television. "What is it?"
you met his eyes. the same calm eyes you'd looked into many times before. only now, you saw then differently.
you walked back to the couch. "Nothing," you murmured, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.
Nanami raised an eyebrow when you sat down unusually close to him. like really close.
"You—"
"I already know, Ken," you said, unable to hide your grin.
Nanami blinked, momentarily at loss for words.
"Know... what?"
you smiled. "You know."
he held your gaze, his expression unreadable.
"I'm afraid i don't," he muttered.
"Liar."
his eyebrows lifted just slightly. "...Liar?"
"Mhm."
he let out a quiet breath. "When did you figure it out?"
you couldn't help but laugh. "Now you are admitting it!"
"I didn't think it was obvious," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"It wasn't, really," you admitted. "I was just.. incredibly oblivious."
the corner of his mouth lifted into the smallest smile. "That's true."
"Excuse me?!" you gasped, lightly nudging his arm.
"I was agreeing with you, not insulting."
you stared at him in mock offense. "Unbelievable."
"Got that a lot."
the familiar banter made you laugh again. then, the laughter faded, replaced by something quieter.
"...You waited a long time, didn't you?"
Nanami's smile softened. "I didn't mind waiting."
"Even if i never figured it out?"
"As long as you were happy," he said quietly. "that was enough for me."
a small smile spread across your face. "You know," you murmured. "You make it really hard not to fall in love with you."
for once, Nanami was speechless. "I wasn't expecting that."
you rolled your eyes playfully. "Figured."
after a brief moment, he reached your hand, his fingers carefully intertwining with yours.
"So, does that mean.."
you gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "It means i love you too, silly."
He laughed softly. "I'm glad."
you rested your head on his shoulder and he leaned just enough for you to notice.
Nanami had been saying i love you all along. and you'd finally noticed him.
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